Rainer Maria Rilke > Quotes

“Seele im Raum

Hier bin ich, hier bin ich, Entrungene,
taumelnd.
Wag ichs denn? Werf ich mich?

Fähige waren schon viel
dort, wo ich drängte. Nun wo
auch noch die Mindesten restlos Macht vollziehn,
schweigend vor Meisterschaft —:
Wag ichs denn ? Werf ich mich?

Zwar ich ertrug, vom befangenen Körper aus,
Nächte; ja, ich befreundete
ihn, den irdenen, mit der Unendlichkeit;
schluchzend
überfloß, das ich hob,
sein schmuckloses Herz.

Aber nun, wem zeig ichs,
daß ich die Seele bin? Wen
wunderts?
Plötzlich soll ich die Ewige sein,
nicht mehr am Gegensatz haftend, nicht mehr
Trösterin; fühlend mit nichts als
Himmeln.

Kaum noch geheim;
denn unter den offenen
allen Geheimnissen eines,
ein ängstliches.

O wie durchgehn sich die großen Umarmungen. Welche
wird mich umfangen, welche mich weiter
geben, mich, linkisch
Umarmende?

Oder vergaß ich und kanns?
Vergaß den erschöpflichen Aufruhr
jener Schwerliebenden? Staun',
stürze aufwärts und kanns?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Fünfzig Gedichte

“Nobody can advise and help you, nobody. There is only one single means. Go inside yourself. Discover the motive that bids you write; examine whether it sends its roots down to the deepest places of your heart, confess to yourself whether you would have to die if writing were denied you. This before all: ask yourself in the quietest hour”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Vielleicht sind gewisse meiner neulich ausgesprochenen Bedenken sehr übertrieben; so viel, wie ich mich kenne, scheint mir sicher, daß, wenn man mir meine Teufel austriebe, auch meinen Engeln ein kleinen, ein ganz kleiner (sagen wir) Schrecken geschähe, - und - fühlen Sie - gerade darauf darf ich es auf keinen Preis ankommen lassen.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1910-1926

“My old furniture is rotting in a barn where I was permitted to store it, and as for myself, dear God, I don't have a roof over my head and it is raining into my eyes.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“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… But perhaps those are just the hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful like the growing of boys and sad like the beginning of Spring.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Besser vielleicht, du wärest in der Dunkelheit geblieben und dein unabgegrenztes Herz hätte versucht, all des Ununterscheidbaren schweres Herz zu sein.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge

“And how bewildered is any womb-born creature
that has to fly. As if terrified and fleeing
from itself, it zigzags through the air, the way
a crack runs through a teacup. So the bat
quivers across the porcelain of evening.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“The sleeping and the waking, the bright and the dark, the voice and the silence... la présence et l'absence. All the presumed opposites which converge somewhere in one point where they sing the hymn of their union--and this place is, for the time being, our heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose

“A world will come over you, the happiness, the wealth, the inconceivable greatness of a world.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“III

But may I, when alone again I have the city's crush
and tangled noise-skein and the furor
of its traffic all around me,
may I above the mindless swirl
recall sky and the gentle mountain rim
on which the far-off herd curved homeward.
May my spirit be hard as rock
and the shepherd's life to me seem possible-
the way he drifts and turns brown in the sun and with a practiced
stone-throw mends his flock, whenever it frays.
Steps slow, not light, his body pensive,
but in his standing there, majestic. Even now a god
might enter this form and not be lessened.
He lingers for a while, then moves on, like the day itself,
and shadows of the clouds
pass through him, as though space were slowly
thinking thoughts for him.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life;
as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small
and in the vast you vastly yield yourself.

The wondrous game that power plays with Things
is to move in such submission through the world:
groping in roots and growing thick in trunks
and in treetops like a rising from the dead.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

“We can so easily slip back from what we have struggled to attain, abruptly, into a life we never wanted; can find that we are trapped, as in a dream, and die there, without ever waking up. This can occur. Anyone who has lifted his blood into a years-long work may find that he can't sustain it, the force of gravity is irresistible, and it falls back, worthless. For somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now. Perhaps then you will gradually, without noticing it, live your way into the answer, one distant day in the future.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“You are not dead yet, it’s not too late
to open your depths by plunging into them
and drink in the life
that reveals itself quietly there.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist, beautiful one. I am happy to have flung myself without fear into your beauty just as a bird flings itself into space. I am happy, dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters for the Grieving Heart

“Forest! They seek your trees to sleep among,
With their long sentences hung. Forest!”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Best of Rilke

“Out of infinite desires rise
finite deeds like weak fountains
that fall back in early trembling arcs.
But those, which otherwise in us
keep hidden, our happy strengths —
they come forth in these dancing tears.

(Aus unendlichen Sehnsüchten steigen
endliche Taten wie schwache Fontänen,
die sich zeitig und zitternd neigen.
Aber, die sich uns sonst verschweigen,
unsere fröhlichen kräfte — zeigen
sich in diesen tanzenden Tränen.)”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images

“It is all about praising.
Created to praise, his heart
is a winepress destined to break,
that makes for us an eternal wine.

His voice never chokes with dust
when words for the sacred come through.
All becomes vineyard. All becomes grape,
ripening in the southland of his being.

Nothing, not even the rot
in royal tombs, or the shadow cast by a god,
gives the lie to his praising.

He is ever the messenger,
venturing far through the doors of the dead,
bearing a bowl of fresh-picked fruit.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over - one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood. Unspeakably I have belonged to you, from the first.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

“Each time we cast our view toward distances that have not yet been touched, we transform not only the present moment and the one following but also alter the past within us.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Life

“هذا النوع من الفوضى الخاص بنا يجب أن ينعكس في أعمالنا”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“How good it is to be among reading people. Why are they not always like that? You can go up to one of them and touch him lightly; he feels nothing. And if in rising, you chance to bump lightly against a neighbor and excuse yourself, he nods toward the side from which he hears your voice, his face turns toward you and does not see you, and his hair is like that of a man asleep. How comforting that is.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“How he loved and yet
wished to leave you: always both, at once.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“If it were possible for us to see further than our knowledge extends and out a little over the outworks of our surmising, perhaps we should then bear our sorrows with greater confidence than our joys.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Ama bugün bunca şey değişip dururken kendimizi değiştirmek, biz erkeklerin de görevi değil mi? Bir parça gelişmeyi, aşktaki çalışma payımızı zamanla ve yavaşça üzerimize almayı deneyemez miyiz? Aşkın bütün zahmetinden bizi azat ettiler ve böylece aşk, eğlencelerimiz arasına düştü; nasıl ki birçoğunun oyuncak dolabına bazen, iyi cinsten tentene parçası düşer, çocuğu sevindirir, sonra sevindirmez olur ve sonunda o kırık, o parça parça eşyalar arasında, bütün hepsinden daha kötü, kalakalır. Biz bütün amatörler gibi kolay hazlarla bozulduk ve usta diye geçiniyoruz. Başarılarımızı hor görsek, hep kendi hesabımıza başkalarına gördüğümüz aşk işini öğrenmeye ta başından başlasak nasıl olur? Madem bunca şey değişiyor, gitsek de bir yeni başlayan gibi başlasak?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“What poet's persuasion can reconcile the length of those days with the brevity of life?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“SENSE OF SOMETHING COMING: I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.

It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor--from breast to knees--
and the battle was so pure
an Angel wears it after you.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“The Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XII

Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.”
― Rilke