Quotes from Rainer Maria Rilke

Only love can touch and hold [works of art] and be fair to them.

Each person loses himself then for the other's sake and loses the other and many more who were yet to come.

Mais si, à force de constance, nous acceptons de subir l'amour comme un dur apprentissage au lieu de nous perdre aux jeux faciles et frivoles qui permettent aux hommes de se dérober à la gravité de l'existence, - alors peut-être un insensible progrès, un certain allégement pourra venir à ceux qui suivront et longtemps encore après nous. Et ce serait beaucoup

For the creator must be a world for himself and find everything in himself and in Nature to whom he has attached himself.

Sex is difficult, true. But difficult things are what we were set to do, almost everything serious is difficult, and everything is serious.

Something is true only next to something else, and I always think the world has been conceived of with sufficient space to encompass everything: that which has been does not need to be cleared from its spot but only needs to be gradually transformed, just as whatever is yet to occur does not fall from the skies at the last moment but resides always already right next to us, around us and within our heart, waiting for the cue that will summon it to visibility.

and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide web in which each thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another and held and borne up by a hundred others.

And those who come together in the night-time and are entwined in a cradle of desire are carrying out a serious work in collecting sweetness, profundity and strength for the song of some poet yet to come, who will rise up to speak unutterable pleasures.

There is only one way; Go within.

ÇocukluÄŸum için niyazda bulundum, ve iÅŸte çocukluÄŸum geri geldi, ve hissediyorum ki çocukluk, evvelden nas?lsa yine öyle a??r ve hiç de fayda etmemiÅŸ yaÅŸlanmak.

The possibility of intensifying things so that they reveal their essence depends so much on our participation. When things sense our avid interest, they pull themselves together without delay and are all that they can be, and in everything new the old is then whole, only different and vastly heightened.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast and not easy to bear and almost everyone has moments when they would happily exchange it for some form of company, be it ever so banal or trivial, for the illusion of some slight correspondence with whoever one happens to come across, however unworthy… But perhaps those are precisely the hours when solitude grows, for its growth is painful like the growth of boys and sad like the beginning of spring.

Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.

love is nothing but the urgent and blessed appeal for another person to be beautiful, abundant, great, intense, unforgettable; nothing but the surging commitment for him to amount to something.

I am so glad you are here. It makes me realize how beautiful my world is.

of all the disfigured and decaying Things, which, after all, are essentially nothing more than accidental remains from another time and from a life that is not and should not be ours.

And perhaps the sexes are more related than we think, and the great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbours, and will come together as human beings, in order simply, seriously and patiently to bear in common the difficult sex that has been laid upon them.

To love is also good, for love is hard. Love between one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation.

You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself.

And so, dear sir, love your solitude, accept the pain it causes you, and make a melody with it.

Why do you want to shut out of your life any agitation, any pain, any melancholy, since you really do not know what these states are working upon you? ...just remember that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself of foreign matter; so one must just help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and break out with it, for that is its progress.

Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind.

You must not let yourself be diverted out of your solitude by the fact that something in you wants to escape from it.

Hayatta yeni baÅŸlayanlar için s?n?flar yok, insandan derhal en zor ÅŸeyi isterler daima.