Top 5 Fyodor Tyutchev Quotes

Russian poet (1803–1873)

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.

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Alternative Names: Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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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.