Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. Rainer Maria Rilke More Quotes by Rainer Maria Rilke More Quotes From Rainer Maria Rilke Painting is something that takes place among the colors. Rainer Maria Rilke agilitypaintingcolor There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages. Rainer Maria Rilke pleasantbe-goodmay Learn to love the questions themselves. Rainer Maria Rilke So it's back once more, back up the slope. Why do they always ruin my rope with their cuts? I felt so ready the other day, Had a real foretaste of eternity In my guts. Spoonfeeding me yet another sip from life's cup. I don't want it, won't take any more of it. Let me throw up. Life is medium rare and good, I see, And the world full of soup and bread, But it won't pass into the blood for me, Just goes to my head. It makes me ill, though others it feeds; Do see that I must deny it! For a thousand years from now at least I'm keeping a diet. Rainer Maria Rilke cuttingrealblood Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own. Rainer Maria Rilke luxurylazydesire So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in. Rainer Maria Rilke diescitiespeople 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. Rainer Maria Rilke sawsfaultsclaims They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dreams. They are almost all alike; in God's gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody. Only when they spread their wings are they wakers of a wind: as if God with his broad sculptor- hands leafed through the pages in the dark book of the beginning. Rainer Maria Rilke tireddreambook Love the questions, themselves. Rainer Maria Rilke That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. Rainer Maria Rilke beginnersheartpeople The thought of being a creator, of engendering, of shaping is nothing without the continuous great confirmation and embodiment in the world, nothing without the thousandfold assent from Things and animals... beautiful and rich only because it is full of inherited memories of the engendering and birthing of millions. Rainer Maria Rilke animalbeautifulmemories Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. Rainer Maria Rilke solitudemeanart I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open. Rainer Maria Rilke punishmentfiresleep 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 irrevocablehas-beensearth All professions are... filled with demands. Rainer Maria Rilke professionfilleddemand No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another thread and is held and supported by a hundred others Rainer Maria Rilke fateeventshands with poems one accomplishes so little when one writes them early. One should hold off and gather sense and sweetness a whole life long, a long life if possible, and then, right at the end, one could perhaps write ten lines that are good. Rainer Maria Rilke lineswritinglong More unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life. Rainer Maria Rilke mysteriousexistenceart No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write, find out wether it spreading out its root in the deepest places of your heart...Delve into yourself for a deep answer Rainer Maria Rilke rootsheartwriting Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces. Rainer Maria Rilke shatteredpiecespeople
