Rainer Maria Rilke > Quotes

“which so incorruptibly reduced a reality to its color content that it resumed a new existence in a beyond of color, without any previous memories.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

“At last, after weeks of daily fending off, you get your bearings back, and somewhat dazed you tell yourself: No, there is not more beauty here than elsewhere, and all these objects which generation after generation have continued to admire, which inexpert hands have mended and restored, they mean nothing, and are nothing and have no heart and no value; but there is a great deal of beauty here, because there is beauty everywhere.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternately stone in you and star.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

“Live a while in these books, learn from them what seems to you worth learning, but above all, love them.”
― Ranier Maria Rilke

“Voi siete così giovine, così al di qua d’ogni inizio, e io vi vorrei pregare quanto posso, caro signore, di aver pazienza verso quanto non è ancora risolto nel vostro cuore, e tentare di aver care le domande stesse come stanze serrate e libri scritti in una lingua molto straniera. Non cercate ora risposte che non possono venirvi date perché non le potreste vivere. E di questo si tratta, di vivere tutto. Vivete ora le domande. Forse v’insinuate così a poco a poco, senz’avvertirlo, a vivere un giorno lontano la risposta. Forse portate in voi la possibilità di formare e creare, quale una maniera di vita singolarmente beata e pura; educatevi a questo compito, - ma accogliete in grande fiducia quanto vi accade e se solo vi accade dal vostro volere, da qualche necessità del vostro intimo, prendetelo su voi stesso e non odiate nulla.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“I’ve figured it out, something that was never clear to me before–how all creation transposes itself out of the world deeper and deeper into our inner world, and why birds cast such a spell on this path into us. The bird’s nest is, in effect, an outer womb given by nature; the bird only furnishes it and covers it rather than containing the whole thing inside itself. As a result, birds are the animals whose feelings have a very special, intimate familiarity with the outer world; they know that they share with nature their innermost mystery. That is why the bird sings its songs into the world as though it were singing into it inner self, that’s why we take a birdsong into our own inner selves so easily, it seems to us that we translate it fully, with no remainder, into our feelings; a birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird does not distinguish between its heart and the world’s.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Inner Sky: Poems, Notes, Dreams

“Continue to believe that with your feeling and with
your work you take part in what is greatest. The more strongly you cultivate this belief inside of you, the more it will give rise to reality and world.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

“And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to interest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Wenn der Alltag dir arm erscheint, klage ihn nicht an – klage dich an, daß du nicht stark genug bist, seine Reichtümer zu rufen, denn für den Schaffenden gibt es keine Armut.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“And you must be indulgent with the answer, which will perhaps often leave you empty-handed; for ultimately, and precisely in the deepest and most important matters, we are unspeakably alone; and many things must happen, many things must go right, a whole constellation of events must be fulfilled, for one human being to successfully advise or help another.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“In the depths everything becomes law.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“This humanity of woman, borne its full time in suffering and humiliation, will come to light when she will have stripped off the conventions of mere femininity in the mutations of her outward status, and those men who do not yet feel it approaching today will be surprised and struck by it. Some day (and for this, particularly in the northern countries, reliable signs are already speaking and shining), some day there will be girls and women whose name will no longer signify merely an opposite of the masculine, but something in itself, something that makes one think, not of any complement and limit, but only of life and existence: the feminine human being.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations

“His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, New Poems

“The free animal
has its dying always behind it
and God in front of it, and its way
is the eternal way, as the spring flowing.
Never, not for a moment, do we have
pure space before us, where the flowers
endlessly open.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke Ursula Le Guin

“For somewhere reigns an old hostility / between living one's Life and doing one's Work.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Loving isn't merging, surrendering, uniting with the other. Rather, it's a kind of solitude; of profound aloneness. It induces you to mature and become whole for the sake of your beloved ... to truly love another, you must first wholly love yourself. Love therefore exacts the most demanding claim of all; it both chooses you and pursues you, and reaches out, as if over vast distances, to call and draw you into your now and future self."
-- John VanDyke Wilmerding, ideas put forth inspired by ('after') Rainer Maria Rilke's 'Letters to a Young Poet”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“I always feel: when one person is indebted to another for something very special, that indebtedness should remain a secret between just the two of them.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are really princesses, waitiing for us to be handsome and brave; and all the terrifying things are really helpless things, waiting for us to help them.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“It is difficult to persuade me that the story of the Prodigal Son is not the legend of one who didn't want to be loved. When he was a child everyone in the house loved him. He grew up knowing nothing different and, being a child, he grew accustomed to their tenderness of heart. But once he became a youth he wanted to cast all that aside. He wouldn't have been able to say it, but even when he spent the whole day wandering around outdoors he didn't want the dogs with him ever again because they loved him as well; because looking in their eyes he could read watchfulness, sympathy, expectation, and concern; because when they were with him there was nothing he could do that didn't either delight them or hurt their feelings. But what he was aiming for at the time was that indifference of heart which early in the morning out in the fields sometimes seized him inwardly and with such purity that he would start to run in order to leave himself no time or breath to be more than a weightless moment in the morning's returning consciousness.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“A work of art is good if it has grown out of necessity. In this manner of its origin lies its true estimate: there is no other. Therefore, my dear Sir, I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths whence your life wells forth; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“The leaves fall, fall as from far,
Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;
They fall with slow and lingering descent.

And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls
From out the stars into the Solitude.

Thus all doth fall. This hand of mine must fall
And lo! the other one:—it is the law.
But there is One who holds this falling
Infinitely softly in His hands.

- Autumn”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I learn it daily, learn it with painto which I am grateful: patience is everything! (Letter Three).”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Always trust yourself and your own feeling, as opposed to argumentations, discussions, or introductions of that sort; if it turns out that you are wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights. Allow your judgments their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened. Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?

We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I wanted to say two further things to you today: irony: Do not let yourself be governed by it, especially not in unproductive moments. In productive ones try to make use of it as one more means of seizing life. Used purely, it is itself pure, and one need not be ashamed of it; and when you feel too familiar with it, when you fear the growing intimacy with it, then turn towards great and serious subjects, before which it becomes small and helpless. Seek for the depth of things: there irony never descends—and when you have thus brought it to the edge of greatness, test at the same time whether this mode of perception springs from a necessity of your being.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“there is only one solitude, and it is great and is not easy to bear, and to almost everyone there come hours when they would gladly exchange it for some kind of communion, however banal and cheap, for the appearance of some slight harmony with the most easily available, with the most undeserving. .”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“I’m still alive, I have time to build
My blood will outlast the rose.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Lösch mir die Augen aus"

Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehn,
wirf mir die Ohren zu: ich kann dich hören,
und ohne Füße kann ich zu dir gehn,
und ohne Mund noch kann ich dich beschwören.
Brich mir die Arme ab, ich fasse dich
mit meinem Herzen wie mit einer Hand,
halt mir das Herz zu, und mein Hirn wird schlagen,
und wirfst du in mein Hirn den Brand,
so werd ich dich auf meinem Blute tragen.

"Put out my eyes, and I can see you still"

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears too, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God