However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
Marina TsvetaevaRead
Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping. In the cradle a child is screaming. An old man sits over his death, and anyone young enough talks to his love, breathes into her lips, looks into her eyes.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the universal experiences of life, love, and mortality during the night.
Marina Tsvetaeva's quote captures the profound activities that unfold at night, illustrating that sleep is overshadowed by the intense emotions and experiences of life. While a child might cry, representing the innocence and beginnings of life, the old man's contemplation of death signifies the inevitable end, and the passion of the young speaks to the love and connection that invigorates existence, reminding us that even in darkness, life flourishes with emotion.
Themes
NightLifeLoveDeathEmotionChildOld Man
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a discussion on the complexities of life during a poetry reading.
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