Marina Tsvetaeva

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

What is this gypsy passion for separation this readiness to rush off when weve just met

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

For The Path Of Comets Is The Path Of Poets They Burn Without Warming Pick Without Cultivating. They Are An Explosion A Breaking In.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.