And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: โHe has turned roundโ โ she comprehended nothing and said softly: โWho?
Rainer Maria RilkeWeren't you always distracted by expectation, as if every event announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you going and coming and often staying all night.).
Rainer Maria RilkeFor our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.
Rainer Maria Rilke