Taken from Dr Zhivago:
"It was Sunday in the middle of July. On holidays you could stay in Bed a little longer. Laura lay on her back, her hands clasped behind her head....Laura felt the size and position in the bed with two points of her body - the salient of her left shoulder and the big toe of her right foot. Everthing else was more or less herself, her soul or inner being, harmoniously fitted into her contours and impatiently strained to the future."
From Rilke's Duino Elegies:
"And the night, oh the night when the wind
full of outer space gnaws at our faces; that wished for,
gentle, deceptive one waiting painfully for the lonely
heart - she'd stay on for anyone. Is she easier on lovers?
But they use each other to hide their fate.
You still don't understand? Throw the emptiness in
your arms out into that space we breathe; maybe birds
will feel the air thinning as they fly deeper into themselves."
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