Isn’t time ancient sorrows grew fruitful? Time tenderly loosed loved o — Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

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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, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

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