In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“Out of infinite longings rise finite deeds like weak fountains, falling back just in time and trembling. And yet, what otherwise remains silent, our… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“A complete sharing between two people is an impossibility and whenever it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a mutual agreement which… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“But this is what ... people are so often and disastrously wrong in doing: they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things. Things will not abandon you. The nights are… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
You life will find its own paths... and that they be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“That is why the sadness passes: the new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our heart, has gone into… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms, like books written in a… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
