Quote by Anna Akhmatova
"In the garden of memory, flowers bloom that no frost can kill."
More from Anna Akhmatova
"I have taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous flesh."
"This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from its course."
"And the stone word fell on my still living breast."
"I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold."