Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
It almost seems as if autumn were the true creator, more creative than the spring, which is too even-toned, more creative when… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
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
“Do you remember…(doesn’t that appear in each of my letters?), do you remember that you spoke of how eagerly you experienced that… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Works of art always spring from those who have faced the danger, gone to the very end of an experience, to the… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I do not want to be folded for where I am folded, there I am a lie. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
