Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties

there are doors there are bars there are gates made fast but still one might cut through them. see the whirling wheel and the showers of hot sparks?

there are doors there are bars there are gates made fast but still one might cut through them. see the whirling wheel and the showers of hot sparks? this was a door which was a wall and now a swinging gate again it may be locked and it may open

“It is a question in marriage, to my feeling, not of creating a quick community of spirit by tearing down and destroying all boundaries, but rather a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude, and shows him this confidence, the greatest in his power to bestow. A togetherness between two people is an impossibliity, and where it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a reciprocal agreement which robs either one party or both of his fullest freedom and development. But, once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole and against a wide sky!
Therefore this too must be the standard for rejection or choice: whether one is willing to stand guard over the solitude of a person and whether one is inclined to set this same person at the gate of one’s own solitude, of which he learns only through that which steps, festively clothed, out of the great darkness.

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“At bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life: this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone.
All companionship can consist only in the strengthening of two neighboring solitudes, whereas everything that one is wont to call giving oneself is by nature harmful to companionship: for when two people both give themselves up in order to come close to each other, there is no longer any ground beneath them and their being together is a continual falling.”

“Letters on Love”, from “On Love and Other Difficulties”
-Rainier Maria Rilke, Trans. John J.L. Mood

There are no endings, only continual beginnings. Press on.

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