Quotes by : Anna Akhmatova

Song falls silent, music is dumb,But the air burns with their fragrance,And white winter, on its knees,Observes....

As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.....

I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining,Happiness is not for me.

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of north—and....

This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling....

Let my heiress have full rights,Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.Yet how slowly my strength....

And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer,And again there was silence, and again the ghost....

Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn's approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which....

All's taken away: my love and my power.The body, thrown into city it hates,Finds no joy in the sunlight.....

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me