October 21, 2010

I have nothinng but her.

I sometimes cannot understand how another can love her so, dare love her, when I love nothing in this world so completely, so devoutedly, as I love her, when I know only her, and have nothing but her in the whole world.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther, September 3, Book II

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