Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Why don't you conceive of God as an ally who is coming, who has been approaching since time began, the one who… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing That is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks As it divides… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Trees do not force their sap, nor does the flower push its bloom. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Fig tree, how long it's been full meaning for me, the way you almost entirely omit to flower and into the seasonably-resolute… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“O trees of life, O when are you wintering? We are not unified. We have no instincts like those of migratory birds.… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things, they will not abandon you; and… — 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
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
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. — 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
Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of… — 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 sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands… — 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