Erich Maria Remarque. Black Obelisk (№ 244720)

I think I finally felt what love is! Is life, only life, the higher rise the waves, stretching to the evening sky, the fading stars, and to himself, - take-off always in vain, for he is the impulse of the mortal to the immortal beginning; but sometimes the sky is leaning towards a wave, they meet for a moment, and then it is not the sunset on one side and denial on the other, then there is no question about the lack and the excess of the substitution performed by poets...