~   Rainer Maria Rilke

Lady:

How I loved the view from here...

George:

I am quite certain that was an open field.

Lady:

I see towers where there were trees. All the stillness, all the solitude, going. Disappearing all the time. When things were beautiful...

George:

All things are beautiful. All trees, all towers, beautiful. Pretty isn't beautiful, pretty is what changes. What the eye arranges is what is beautiful.
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