Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

Art is childhood.

Praise, my dear one.Let us disappear into praising.Nothing belongs to us.

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.

Works of art are infinitely solitary and nothing is less likely to reach them than criticism. Only love can grasp them and hold them and do them justice.

And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ –she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.

Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

Art too is just a way of living.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

The only journey is the one within.

Every angel is terrifying.

That is the principal thing: not to remain with the dream with the intention with the being in the mood but always forcibly to convert it into all things.

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

All things want to float.

When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hallAnd clears it for a different celebration.

Angels often do now know whether they walk among the dead or living.

If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far into the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, webreathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember, yielding us fainter fragrance.

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must strictly speaking at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

It wasn't his, it wasn't my fault, we both had nothing except patience, but Death has none. I saw him come (how meanly!)and I watched him as he took and took:none of it I could claim as mine.

Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good from afar The forgotten gesture the additional act.

Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something that needs our love.

If your daily life seems poor do not blame it blame yourself tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.

Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

Everything that has been wrestled from doubtI welcome-the mouths that burst open afterlong knowledge of what it is to be mute.

Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

How he loved and yetwished to leave you: always both, at once.

A billion stars go spinning through the night, glittering above your head, But in you is the presence that will bewhen all the stars are dead.

It seems to him there area thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.

Nothing in this world can one imagine beforehand not the least thing. Everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be foreseen.

Take your well-disciplined strengths, stretch them between the two great opposing poles, because inside human beings is where God learns.

Love consists in this that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?

I believe that that love remains strong and intense in your memory because it was your first deep aloneness and the first inner work that you did on your life.

O Stunden in der Kindheit, da hinter den Figuren mehr als nurVergangnes war und vor uns nicht die Zukunft.

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.

Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth.

Everyone once once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.