Anna Akhmatova Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Soul, Painful

• You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Broken Heart, Angel, Night

  Anna Akhmatova, “You Thought I Was That Type”

• The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Memories, Long

  Anna Akhmatova, “Requiem”

• How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Passion, Long, Miracle

• Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Sweet, Men, Wind

  Anna Andreevna Akhmatova, D. M. Thomas (1985). “You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems”, Ohio Univ Pr

• Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Memories, Soul

  Anna Akhmatova, “The Sentence”

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