Quotes by Anna Akhmatova
Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.
It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.
All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.
I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust—of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold—smells of nothing.
