"We are solitary. We may delude ourselves and act as though this were not so. That is all. But how much better it is to realize that we are so, yes, even to begin by assuming it. We shall indeed turn dizzy then; for all points upon which our eye has been accustomed to rest are taken from us, there is nothing near any more and everything far is infinitely far. A person removed from his own room, almost without preparation and transition, and set upon the height of a great mountain range, would feel something of the sort: an unparalleled insecurity, an abandonment to something inexpressible would almost annihilate him."

Reiner Maria Rilke - Letters to a young poet (no. eight)

(há uns tempos disse que achava que só havia relido 3 livros. mas a este (e a outros) volto muitas vezes. sinto-lhe todas as palavras.)