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.
And things do hurt
posted by Danielle @ 6:44 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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oh luve... you did write and publish it... :(
I mourn with you as some events in my life also force me to turn yet another hypothetical page of my journal nd bible--covered in scribbles and scratches--blurred by sea-water and crimson droplets...
shan
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