Rainer Maria Rilke Arrows Quotations

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.

As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.