I found this passage in Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke. It speaks of love in a seemingly opposite view that we typically have. When we fall in love, we so often want to give ourselves over COMPLETELY to the other right away. Rilke expresses a different perspective.

“Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate–?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.”

Ahhhh. Happily in my life right now, I do feel “called to vast things.”