Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
Rainer Marie Rilke, “Pathways” (via dieworten
I think… if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.
If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
John Steinbeck, born on this day in 1902, on falling in love in a magnificent letter of advice to his teenage son
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.