Fyodor Tyutchev



Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (Russian: Фёдор Иванович Тютчев; December 5 (November 23 O.S.) 1803 - July 27 (July 15 O.S.) 1873) was a Russian poet and statesman.

Quotes

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


 * 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.
 * Problème


 * I love May's first storms: chuckling, sporting spring grumbles in mock anger; young thunder claps.
 * A Spring Storm


 * 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.
 * Separation has this lofty meaning...


 * Who would grasp Russia with the mind? For her no yardstick was created: Her soul is of a special kind, By faith alone appreciated.
 * Who would grasp Russia with the mind? (1866), translated by John Dewey