Love .. . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.

Edna OBrien
About This Quote

This quote by Rainer Maria Rilke is very true. Love is like nature. It starts out as a seed, or it blossoms into an aspect of us, and finally it disappears because we are left with the energy of love. This quote shows also how love can be lost that way.

Source: Lantern Slides: Short Stories

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