I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

You must change your life.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl, this: that we loved, inside us, not One who would someday appear, but seething multitudes; not just a single child, but also the fathers lying in our depths like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds of ancient mothers-;also the whole soundless landscape under the clouded or clear sky of its destiny -; all this, my dear, preceded you.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.