Tsvetaeva all quotes. Quotes and aphorisms of Marina Tsvetaeva

The tragic life and fate of Marina Tsvetaeva is striking to this day. Sometimes you don’t understand how such trials could fall on the fragile shoulders of a beautiful and intelligent woman.

Marina Ivanovna wrote poetry from the age of 6, and her first collection, which attracted the attention of the general public, was published when the girl was only 18 years old. But on this gift to a talented woman from fate ended. Marina Tsvetaeva survived the death of one of her children, the repression of the second and shared the exile with the third. The husband was shot under the Soviet regime on suspicion of espionage. And the woman herself, unable to endure the humiliation and shame, hanged herself on a rope that Boris Pasternak gave her on the way so that Marina could tie her suitcases.

Surely all of you at least once in your life read her beautiful poems full of incredible lyrics, deep meaning and charm. We invite you to turn your attention to other thoughts of the poetess. She has a myriad of life philosophical quotes, which in places amaze with their accuracy and depth.

About feelings...

• After all, you fall in love only with someone else's, native - you love.
• To love means to see a person as God intended him and his parents did not realize him.
• “I will love you all summer” sounds much more convincing than “all my life” and - most importantly - much longer!
• "To endure - fall in love." I love this phrase, just the opposite.
• There is no second you on earth.
• Men are not accustomed to pain, like animals. When they hurt, they immediately have such eyes that you can do anything, if only they would stop.
• Whether to dream together, whether to sleep together, but always cry alone.
• If I love a person, I want him to feel better from me - at least a sewn on button. From the sewn on button to my whole soul.
• Humanly, we can sometimes love ten, lovingly - many - two. Inhuman - always one.
• If you came in now and said: “I am leaving for a long time, forever,” or: “It seems to me that I don’t love you anymore,” I would not seem to feel anything new: every time you leave, every hour when you are gone, you are gone forever and you don't love me.
• All women lead into the mists.

About creativity...

• Poems themselves are looking for me, and in such abundance that I don’t know directly - what to write, what to throw. You can not sit down at the table - and suddenly - the whole quatrain is ready, while squeezing the last shirt in the wash, or feverishly rummaging in a bag, gaining exactly 50 kopecks. And sometimes I write like this: on the right side of the page there are some verses, on the left - others, the hand flies from one place to another, flies around the page: do not forget! catch! hold on!.. - not enough hands! Success is to be on time.
• The sculptor depends on the clay. Paint artist. String musician. The hand of an artist, a musician can stop. The poet has only a heart.
• The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
• Creativity is a common cause, created by solitary people.

About life…

• We joke, we joke, but the longing grows, grows...
• What can you know about me, since you did not sleep with me and did not drink?
• I don't want to have a point of view. I want to have vision.
• The world has a limited number of souls and an unlimited number of bodies.
• The only thing people don't forgive is that you got along without them in the end.
• Favorite things: music, nature, poetry, loneliness. I loved simple and empty places that no one likes. I love physics, its mysterious laws of attraction and repulsion, similar to love and hate.
• My dream: a monastery garden, a library, old wine from the cellar, a long pipe and some seventy-year-old "from the former" who would come in the evenings to listen to what I wrote and tell me how much he loves me. I wanted to be loved by an old man who loved many. I don't want to be older, sharper. I don't want to be looked up. I've been waiting for this old man since I was 14...
• If something hurts - be silent, otherwise they will hit exactly there.
• In one thing, I am a real woman: I judge everyone and everyone according to myself, I put my speeches into everyone’s mouth, my feelings into my chest. Therefore, everything is with me in the first minute: kind, generous, generous, sleepless and insane.
• How much better I see a person when not with him!
• Listen and remember: anyone who laughs at the misfortune of another is a fool or a scoundrel; most often it's both.
• No one wants - no one can understand one thing: that I am all alone. Acquaintances and friends - all of Moscow, but not a single one who is for me - no, without me! - will die.
• Oh, my God, but they say that there is no soul! What hurts me now? - Not a tooth, not a head, not a hand, not a chest - no, a chest, in the chest, where you breathe - I breathe deeply: it doesn’t hurt, but it hurts all the time, it aches all the time, unbearably!
• I want such a modest, deadly simple thing: that when I enter, a person would be happy. The sin is not in the darkness, but in the unwillingness of the light.

In these phrases, one can feel pain, and the bitterness of the lived places, and experience, and willpower, and the desire to change the world around me, I did not see only one thing - the happiness of a beautiful woman.

Marina Tsvetaeva - the best quotes of the poetess! One of the largest Russian poets of the twentieth century, prose writer and translator Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva(1892 - 1941) began to write poetry - not only in Russian, but also in French and German - at the age of six. And her first published collection of poems at the age of 18 immediately attracted the attention of famous poets.

The fate of Marina Tsvetaeva was incredibly tragic. War and poverty make themselves felt. One of her children at the age of 3 dies of starvation in an orphanage, her husband is shot on suspicion of political espionage, her second daughter is repressed for 15 years.

Tsvetaeva and her son are evacuated to Chistopol, where most of the writers were exiled - there they promise her a residence permit and work. Tsvetaeva writes a statement: “I ask you to hire me as a dishwasher in the opening canteen of the Literary Fund.” But she was not given even such a job: the council considered that she might turn out to be a German spy.

We have collected 25 quotes from Marina Tsvetaeva about love and life, which reveal the depth and wisdom of her tragic fate:

“I will love you all summer” sounds much more convincing than “all my life” and - most importantly - much longer!

If you came in now and said: “I am leaving for a long time, forever,” or: “It seems to me that I don’t love you anymore,” I would not seem to feel anything new: every time you leave, every hour when you are gone, you are gone forever and you don't love me.

• After all, you fall in love only with someone else's, native - you love.

• You need to meet for love, for the rest there are books.

• Creativity is a common cause, created by solitary people.

• The world has a limited number of souls and an unlimited number of bodies..

• To love means to see a person as God intended him and his parents did not realize him.

If I love a person, I want him to feel better from me - at least a sewn on button. From the sewn on button to my whole soul.

• Success is to be on time.

• What can you know about me, since you did not sleep with me and did not drink?

• There is no second you on earth.

• I don't want to have a point of view. I want to have vision.

• Listen and remember: anyone who laughs at the misfortune of another is a fool or a scoundrel; most often it's both.

• The only thing that people do not forgive is that you, in the end, managed without them.

The sculptor depends on the clay. Paint artist. String musician. The hand of an artist, a musician can stop. The poet has only a heart.

• "To endure - fall in love." I love this phrase, just the opposite.

Favorite things: music, nature, poetry, loneliness. I loved simple and empty places that no one likes. I love physics, its mysterious laws of attraction and repulsion, similar to love and hate.

In one thing, I am a real woman: I judge everyone and everyone according to myself, I put my speeches into everyone’s mouth, my feelings into my chest. Therefore, everything is with me in the first minute: kind, generous, generous, sleepless and insane.

• How much better I see a person when not with him!

No one wants - no one can understand one thing: that I am all alone. Acquaintances and friends - all of Moscow, but not a single one who is for me - no, without me! - will die.

Men are not accustomed to pain, like animals. When they hurt, they immediately have such eyes that you can do anything, if only they would stop.

Whether to dream together, whether to sleep together, but always cry alone.

Oh, my God, but they say that there is no soul! What hurts me now? - Not a tooth, not a head, not a hand, not a chest - no, a chest, in the chest, where you breathe - I breathe deeply: it doesn’t hurt, but it hurts all the time, it aches all the time, unbearably!

I want such a modest, deadly simple thing: that when I enter, a person would be happy.

Humanly, we can sometimes love ten, lovingly - many - two. Inhuman - always one.

In her statements she was no less poetic than in her poems.

Marina Ivanovna became one of the brightest, most original and daring poets of the Silver Age. She created her poems not with her mind, but with her soul. Writing was for her not so much a profession as a necessary means of self-expression. Over the course of her difficult life, Marina Tsvetaeva accumulated so many desperate feelings and burning emotions that the only way to express it was to clothe the sore in poetic and prose lines.

The first collection of her poems "Evening Album" was released when Tsvetaeva was only 18. She released it with her own money. The first step in the literary field - and immediately a challenge to society and established traditions. In those days, it was accepted that serious poets first published individual poems in magazines, and only then, having gained fame, published their own books. But Marina Ivanovna never followed everyone, did not obey orders that she did not understand. She obeyed only what resonated in her heart. Perhaps that is why there are so many sharp turns and tragic moments in her life. When you go your own way in spite of everything, you always take risks.

But she was not afraid to put everything on the line. Her loud voice of a poet sounded even when a revolution began in the country, when poverty forced her to give her daughters to an orphanage, and even when she herself was forced to leave her homeland following her husband Sergei Efron. Many misfortunes fell upon her, but each time she overcame them with an effort of will. Painfully touching the strings of the soul, they turned into poignant poetry or remained on the pages of a personal diary. The eldest daughter, Ariadna, Tsvetaeva managed to take away from the shelter, but the youngest, Irina, died within its walls. In exile, the poetess had a son, George, and Marina Ivanovna herself developed friendly relations with literary circles: she published her poems, edited magazines, and communicated with many famous Russian poets who also fled the country.

Marina Tsvetaeva with her daughter Ariadna

However, in the second half of the 1930s, new tragic events occurred in her life. The husband was involved in a political assassination and fled back to the USSR. And in relations with her daughter, Tsvetaeva had a serious discord - Ariadne left her mother's house, and soon, like her father, returned to her homeland. For Marina Ivanovna, this was a strong blow. She was responsible for her little son, a war was brewing in Europe, and there were no people left nearby who could help and support.

Tsvetaeva comes to the USSR, but this does not bring relief. On the contrary, the clouds gather even more over her head. Almost immediately after their return, the husband and daughter were arrested, and the Second World War, which had already engulfed the whole of Europe, approached the borders of the Soviet Union. She goes with her son to Yelabuga. Boris Pasternak came to help prepare for the move and pack things. He brought a rope to tie up the suitcase. It turned out to be very strong, and Pasternak even joked: "The rope will withstand everything, even hang yourself." He did not even suspect that his words would turn out to be prophetic - later he was told that it was on this ill-fated rope that Tsvetaeva hanged herself in Yelabuga. Even the strongest people have a moment when the last drop overflows the cup of sorrows that they are able to endure.

Tsvetaeva did not live for the future, she always spent herself without a trace. Love sometimes fell on her like snow on her head. Even the bonds of marriage could not stop the sudden outbreak of feelings. She threw herself into the pool, took risks, was happy and unbearably unhappy.

Others said: "Marina, no one does that!", And she always answered: "And I - Who!".

We have selected the most vivid quotes from the poetess from her personal diaries, autobiographical works, letters and memoirs.

“I can’t - even kill - for a person to think that I need something from him. I need everyone, because I am insatiable. But others, more often than not, are not even hungry, hence the ever-intense attention: do I need it?

“Women love not men, but Love, men love not Love, but women. Women never change. Men are always

“For the complete coherence of souls, the coherence of breath is needed, for what is breath, if not the rhythm of the soul? So, in order for people to understand each other, it is necessary that they walk or lie side by side.

“What can you know about me if you didn’t sleep with me and didn’t drink ?!”

“Beloved” is theatrical, “Lover” is frank, “Friend” is vague. Unloved country!

“Every time I find out that a person loves me, I’m surprised, doesn’t love me, I’m surprised, but most of all I’m surprised when a person is indifferent to me”

“The first love glance is the shortest distance between two points, that divine straight line that the second does not have”

“The first victory of a woman over a man is the story of a man about his love for another. And her final victory is the story of this other about her love for him, about his love for her. The secret has become clear, your love is mine. And while this is not there, you can’t sleep peacefully.”

"Craziness and Good Education: Kissing on You"

“To love is to see a person as God intended him and his parents did not realize him. Not to love - to see a person the way his parents made him. Fall out of love - see instead of him: a table, a chair "

“Listen and remember: anyone who laughs at the misfortune of another is a fool or a scoundrel; most often - both of them ... When a person gets into trouble - this is not funny ... When a person is poured with slop - this is not funny ... When a person is tripped - this is not funny ... When a person is hit in the face - this is vile. Such laughter is a sin ... "

“Thank you to those who loved me, for they gave me the charm to love others, and thanks to those who did not love me, for they gave me the charm to love myself”

“For a long, long time - since my childhood, since I can remember myself - it seemed to me that I want to be loved. Now I know and tell everyone: I don't need love, I need understanding. For me, this is love. And what you call love (sacrifice, fidelity, jealousy), take care for others, for another - I don’t need this ”

“Humanly we can sometimes love ten, lovingly - many - two. Inhuman - always one ... "

“Feeling does not need experience, it knows in advance that it is doomed. Feeling has nothing to do on the periphery of the visible, it is in the center, it itself is the center. The feeling has nothing to look for on the roads, it knows what will come and bring it to itself ”

“I don't love you anymore. Nothing happened, life happened. I don't think about you either in the morning, waking up, or at night, falling asleep, neither on the street, nor to the music - never. If you fell in love with another woman, I would smile - with arrogant tenderness - and think - with curiosity - about you and about her. I am out of the game."

“Oh, my God, but they say that there is no soul! What hurts me now? - Not a tooth, not a head, not a hand, not a chest - no, chest, in the chest, where you breathe - I breathe deeply: it doesn’t hurt, but it hurts all the time, it aches all the time, unbearably!

“When you love a person, you always want him to leave in order to dream about him”

“People are jealous of only one thing: loneliness. They do not forgive only one thing: loneliness. Revenge for only one thing: loneliness. To that - that - for the fact that you dare to be alone "

“To live is to unsuccessfully cut and patch incessantly, and nothing holds (nothing holds me, there is nothing to hold on to, forgive me this sad, harsh play on words). When I try to live, I feel like a poor little seamstress who can never make a beautiful thing, who only spoils and hurts herself, and who, having thrown away everything: scissors, cloth, thread, begins to sing. At the window behind which it rains endlessly

“I am silent, I don’t even look at you and I feel that for the first time I’m jealous. It is a mixture of pride, offended pride, bitterness, imaginary indifference and the deepest indignation.

“The whole point is that we love, that our heart beats - even if it breaks into smithereens! I have always been shattered, and all my poems are those very silver heart shards.

“I would never, you know, paint lips. Ugly? No, it's charming. It’s just that every fool you meet on the street might think, I’m for him. ”

“If we consider you a close person, you made me suffer very much, but if you are an outsider, you brought me only good. I never felt you either like this or otherwise, I fought in myself for everyone, that is, against everyone.

“And often, sitting for the first time with a person, in the middle of an indifferent conversation, a crazy thought: “What if I kiss him now ?!” - Erotic insanity? - Not. The same should be what the player has before the bet - Will I bet or not? Will I post or not? - With the difference that real players bet "

“I want to sleep with you - fall asleep and sleep. A wonderful folk word, how deep, how true, how unambiguous, how exactly what it says. Just sleep. And nothing else. No, more: bury your head in your left shoulder, and your hand in your right - and nothing more. Not yet: even in the deepest sleep to know that it is you. And one more thing: listen to the sound of your heart. And kiss him"

“There are so many things in life that cannot be put into words.
There are too few words on Earth…”

Marina Tsvetaeva is the greatest Russian poetess of the 20th century with a tragic fate. Incredibly talented, she started writing poetry at the age of 6, and not only in Russian, but also in French and German! The first collection of poems, published by her at the age of 18, immediately attracted the attention of famous poets.

She gave the world the most beautiful poetry. Sincere, direct and poignant…

Life did not spare Marina Tsvetaeva ... Her husband was shot on suspicion of political espionage, a 3-year-old child died of starvation in an orphanage, and her second daughter was repressed for 15 years. Left alone with her son, she tried to find work, but even the Literary Fund rejected her application, believing that Tsvetaeva might turn out to be a German spy.

Pasternak, escorting Tsvetaeva to the evacuation, gave her a rope for her suitcase, not even suspecting what a terrible role this rope was destined to play. Unable to bear the humiliation, Marina Tsvetaeva committed suicide on August 31, 1941 by hanging herself on it.

We have collected 25 quotes from this beautiful woman that reveal the depth and wisdom of her tragic fate:

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