The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever.
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment.[Du im Voraus verlorne Geliebte, Nimmergekommene, nicht weiß ich, welche Töne dir lieb sind. Nicht mehr versuch ich, dich, wenn das Kommende wogt, zu erkennen.]
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
So I find every pleasant spot in which we two were wont to meet, the field, the chamber, and the street, for all is dark where thou art not.
She walks in Beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Reduced to a miserable mass level, the level of a Hitler, German Romanticism broke out into hysterical barbarism.