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Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if ...more

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And those, who come together in the night and are twined in quivering pleasure, are performing a serious work and are heaping up sweetness, depth and ...more

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How he loved and yetwished to leave you: always both, at once.

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Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly silent abyss int...more

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we want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have transformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the wo...more

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...In a case like this, the thing is (in my own opinion) to draw back upon oneself, and not to strive after any other being, not to relate the sufferi...more

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Long you must suffer, knowing not what,until suddenly out of spitefully chewed fruit your suffering's taste comes forth in you.Then you will love almo...more

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That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

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O dieses ist das Tier, das es nicht giebt.Sie wußtens nicht und habens jeden Falls– sein Wandeln, seine Haltung, seinen Hals,bis in des stillen Blicke...more

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Loving isn't merging, surrendering, uniting with the other. Rather, it's a kind of solitude; of profound aloneness. It induces you to mature and becom...more

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Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on...more

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Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

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Isn’t it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survi...more

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Isn’t it time that, loving, we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight, som...more

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Isn't it time that, in love, we freed ourselves from the loved one and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the string, collecting itselfto be mor...more