Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

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I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

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Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

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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 now 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 then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

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When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

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Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

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Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

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And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

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A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.

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