“ How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze upon them into bitter duration to see if they have an end. Though they are really our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen, one season in our inner year, not only a season in time, but our place and settlement, foundation and soil and home. ”
— Rainer Maria Rilke (via allimuffin) (via psychotherapy)
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