As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard. - Anna Akhmatova
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
- Anna Akhmatova
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me. - Anna Akhmatova
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. - Anna Akhmatova
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross. - Anna Akhmatova
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
My shadow serves as the friend I crave - Anna Akhmatova
My shadow serves as the friend I crave
You do not know just what you've been forgiven. - Anna Akhmatova
You do not know just what you've been forgiven.
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. - Anna Akhmatova
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves. - Anna Akhmatova
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently. - Anna Akhmatova
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
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