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Quote by Marina Tsvetaeva

“I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry.”

Book:Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

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Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

This book is a curated selection of poems that delve into the imagery and symbolism of ice and frost. The poems are thought-provoking and visually evocative, providing readers with a unique perspective on the natural world and human emotions. more

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Marina Tsvetaeva

Russian poet born on October 8, 1892, and died on August 31, 1941. Known for her passionate and profound poetry, she is considered one of the greatest poets in the history of Russian literature. more

“That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the center of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you had felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering, he perceived. All around you there seemed to be something glaring, garish, rattling, and the noises and glares hit upon the little cell called your life, and shook it, and warped it.”

Littles Felt Creatures Mercy Harmony Noise Cruelty Cells Glare Shuddering

Book:The pocket Thomas Hardy, selections from the Wessex novels and poems, made by A.H. Hyatt

Source: The pocket Thomas Hardy, selections from the Wessex novels and poems, made by A.H. Hyatt

“And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.”

Wanted Remember Happiness Sky Building Periods Sad Tall Afternoon Riding Taxi Rosy Happy Again Tall Buildings

Book:Fitzgerald: My Lost City: Personal Essays, 1920-1940

Source: Fitzgerald: My Lost City: Personal Essays, 1920-1940

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”