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The line is from Rilkes First Elegy, and comes at the end of the first stanza:

Who, if I screamed, would hear me among the angels?
and even if one of them would press me suddenly against her breast:
I would be annihilated by her overwhelming splendor.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of the horrific, which we are only able to bear in passing,
as it threatens to obliterate us. Each and every angel is terrifying.