And you suddenly know: It was here! You pull yourself together, and there stands an irrevocable year of anguish and vision and prayer. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable. — 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
