'We stumbled on in the darkness, over big stones and through large puddles, along the one road leading from the camp. The accompanying guards kept shouting at us and driving us with the butts of their rifles. Anyone with very sore feet supported himself on his neighbor's arm. Hardly a word was spoken; the icy wind did not encourage talk. Hiding his mouth behind his upturned collar, the man marching next to me whispered suddenly: 'If our wives could see us now! I do hope they are better off in their camps and don't know what is happening to us.'

That brought thoughts of my own wife to mind. And as we stumbled on for miles, slipping on icy spots, supporting each other time and again, dragging one another up and onward, nothing was said, but we both knew: each of us was thinking of his wife. Occasionally I looked at the sky, where the stars were fading and the pink light of the morning was beginning to spread behind a dark bank of clouds. But my mind clung to my wife's image, imagining it with an uncanny acuteness. I heard her answering me, saw her smile, her frank and encouraging look. Real or not, her look was then more luminous than the sun which was beginning to rise.

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.

Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way, an honorable way, in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.

For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, 'The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.''

Ne.am poticnit in intuneric peste pietrele mari si prin baltile mari de-a lungul drumului conducand dinspre camp. Gardienii insotitori tipau la noi si conducandu-ne pe noi cu capetele pustilor. Oricine cu talpile ranite se sprijinea pe umarul vecinului sau. Cu greu se rosteau cuvinte, vantul intepator nu incuraja vorbitul. Ascuzandu-si gura in spatele gulerului intors barbatul de langa mine imi sopteste dintr.o data Daca ne-ar putea vedea sotiile noastre acum! Sper ca sunt mai bine in taberele lor si nu stiu ce se intampla cu noi. Asta ma facut sa ma gandesc la sotia mea.

Si in timp ce mergeam kilometri alunecand pe pete de gheata sustinandu-ne unul pe altu pe rand , tragandu=ne unul pe celalalt sus si mai departe nimic nu se spunea darn e steam unul pe celalalt: fiecare ne gandeam la sotiile noastre. Ocazional ma uitam la cer unde stele dispareau si lumina rozalie a diminetii incepea sa se raspandeasca in spatele norilor negrii. Dar in mintea mea se agata de imaginea sotiei mele, imaginandumi-o cu o inteligenta stranie. Am auzit-o ca imi raspundea, i-am vazut zambetul si chipul incurajator si sincer. Real sau nu chipul ei era atunci mult mai luminos decat soarele care incepea sa rasara.

Un gand ma sfasiat: pentru prima data in viata mea am vazut adevarul cum este asezat in cantece de multi poeti, proclamat ca si morala finala de multi ganditori. Adevarul ca dragostea este ultimul sic el mai inalt tel la care un barbat poate aspira. Apoi am fost uimit de intelesul celui mai mare secret pe care poezia , gandul uman si credinta il au de impartit: |Mantuirea barbatului este prin si in dragoste. Am inteles cum barbatul care nu are nimic ramas in lume poate cunoaste fericirea, fie ea doar pentru un moment, in contemplatia celui iubit.

ntr-o poziie de pustiire total cand barabtul nu se poate exprima in reactii positive cand singurul lui success consta in indurarea durerii proprii in mod correct, si onorabil, intr.o pozitie in care barbatul poate, prin comtemplatia imaginii iubirii lui ii pasa de iubirea lui si atinge implinirea.

Pentru prima daca in viata mea am fost in stare sa inteleg cuvintele. Ingerii sunt pierduti in comtemplarea perpetua a unei glorii infinite.

a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.'

O persoana care te iubeste exact asa cum esti ...fie bine dispus fie prost dispus, fie urat fie
frumos ,dragut,.Inseamna ca e persoana persoana potrivita care se va gandi ca soarele straluceste din fundul tau !Acesta e genul de persoana cu care merita sa ramai !