Fyodor Tyutchev

“Who would grasp Russia with the mind? For her no yardstick was created: Her soul is of a special kind, By faith alone appreciated.”

“Separation has this lofty meaning: if love lasts years, if but a day it takes, love's just a dream and we're a moment dreaming, and whether early, whether late the waking, the time must finally arrive when we awake.”

“I love May's first storms: chuckling, sporting spring grumbles in mock anger; young thunder claps.”

“After tumbling down the mountain, a stone lies in a valley. How did it fall away? Right now, no-one knows. Did it tear from the heights on its own? Or was it cast down by the will of another? Aeons have flowed by, yet no-one knows the reason why.”

“How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he discern what quickens you? A thought once uttered is untrue.”