"I sometimes feel so strangely alone here, so
totally removed from the real world, and it is good when you are nearby again."
"It has become all quiet around me; only outside the wind is rustling in the trees. I have been playing piano until now, and am sitting at the open window now, thinking a lot about you — full of dread and concern, my love."
"Initially this morning I held your letter in my hands for a long time before comprehending that it was really from you — my dear heart !"
"Last night I tried to write to you, my heart was so overly full. But
nothing right came of it. With me, it does not work like this: what overly fills your heart will come flowing out of your mouth ! No, then nothing comes out of me, no matter how much I want to tell you everything that your stay here has meant to me; want to tell you how the world changes, how everything wakes up and becomes warm and meaningful when I sense you near, my love …"
"I will write often now, as though you were with me and could hear me and talk to me, because, actually, I talk with you all day long — so close are you to me even when you are far away …"
"I am already in bed and it is late. But I feel I must say good night to you, even if I do not know when and where this greeting will reach you."
"I am with you more than before in my thoughts; somehow I already look on everything I do as though I am doing it for you."