In tears come laughter concealed. Seek the treasure beneath the ruins.
I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of
and I’ve memorized
We all have two lives. The second one begins when you realize you only have one.
L’absence n’est-elle pas, pour qui aime, la plus certaine, la plus efficace, la plus vivace, la plus indestructible, la plus fidèle des présences ?
"So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
His grief is long whose hope is short.