|Rainer Maria Rilke|
Rilke in 1900, aged 24
|Born||RenÃ© Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke
4 December 1875
Prague, Bohemia, Austria-Hungary
|Died||29 December 1926
Montreux, Vaud, Switzerland
There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the 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.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.
It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.
He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.
Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.