My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths, and at that, the one that will be still the soonest. I am the rest between two notes, which are somehow always in discord because Deathโs note wants to climb overโ but in the dark interval, reconciled, they stay there trembling. And the song goes on, beautiful.
Rainer Maria RilkeIt is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.
Rainer Maria Rilke