Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I think, I have some figuring out to do.
posted by Danielle @ 8:14 p.m.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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I love that you included a good journaling.
I'll add a good trip to the lake and some ice cream.
Thank you for putting up with weepy phone-calls from a frustrated and hopelessly lost girl. Really...how did I get lost in CNH???
Looking forward to our pizza night.
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