#rilke quotes

[to-the-waterfalls-of-the-sun]

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

[heartethic]

Letters to a Young Poet — Rilke

[thepetrichorist]

Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, First Elegy

[shadesofliterature]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

[yourfacefromadream]

from Rilke’s Book of Hours

[is-it-sander-oclock-yet]

bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang

Rainer Maria Rilke

[poppiesandpromises]

Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror, just keep going. No feeling is final.

Rainer Maria Rilke

[asense0fnothing]

Rainer Maria Rilke // "Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines. For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions…one has emotions early enough... For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters…to days in quiet, restrained rooms and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along high overhead and went flying with all the stars…and it is still not enough to be able to think of all that. You must have memories of many nights of love, each one different from all the others, memories of women…who have just given birth and are closing again. But you must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and scattered noises. And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves…only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in their midst and goes forth from them."

[bookmatter]

from I Live My Life by Rainer Maria Rilke

Text ID : I love the dark hours of my being in which my senses drop into the deep. I have found in them, as in old letters, my private life, that is already lived through, and become wide and powerful now, like legends. Then I know that there is room in me for a second huge and timeless life.

[izahtanvareste]

[thepetrichorist]

It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, “invisibly,” inside us.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

[atompowers]

"It could mean something. It could mean everything. It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote: You must change your life."

—Mary Oliver, “Invitation”

"And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life?"

—Mary Oliver, "The Swan"

[kevkebus-subh]

"... Gerçek şu ki, tarifsiz yalnızlıklar içinde yaşayıp gidiyoruz, özellikle de en derin ve en önemli konularda..."

“...We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important...”  

[thatmessofadaydreamer]

32/365

[...]

go to the limits of your longing. Embody me.

Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness.

[...]

Rainer Maria Rilke - Book of Hours, I 59

[acidhead13-blog]

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I will give myself to it. I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

Rainer Maria Rilke

[euleflustern]

Revisited one of my favorites tonight.