When one goes forth at night, and has the eventide before him, he sees still at the farthest end of the gloomy sky the last bright garment of a splendid day slowly moving downwards, – thus is it with me in my remembrance of thee.  Be the time ever so gloomy and mournful, I still know where my day has set.

Bettine von Arnim to Goethe, from Goethe’s Correspondence with a Child

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