This, indeed is life's most fervent miracle: to suspend us in a state of hovering from which we may still impart something but can no longer reveal ourselves...
One never knows to what extent small and even the pettiest things might console and affirm us with regard to that which truly matters.
How telling that some people have defined the human to be the common element and the site where everybody can find and recognize each other. One has to learn to realize that it is precisely the human that makes us lonely.
All of our insights occur after the fact.
Is not everything that happens to us, whether or not we desire or solicit it, always glorious and full of the purest, clearest justice?
There is a single, deadly mistake that we can make: to attach ourselves to another human being even if only for an instant.
~Rilke, trans. Ulrich Baer
As great a poet as Rilke was, I can't believe how amazing his letters were. It's interesting, and fairly obvious, that others can say exactly those things you are feeling, or at least can express as closely as possible those things you are feeling, that you can't seem to find words to get out.