"You, God, who live next door - If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking - this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom. I know you're all alone in that room. If you should be thirsty, there's no one to get you a glass of water. I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign! I'm right here... Sen komşu tanrı, Uzun geceler bazen, Kapına vura vura uyandırıyorsam seni Solumanı seyrek duyduğumdandır... Bilirim, yalnızsın odanda. Sana birşey gerekse kimse yok, Bir yudum su versin aradığında. Hep dinlerim, yeter ki bir ses edin, Öyle yakınım sana."
Rainer Maria Rilke
Poet, Novelist
Rainer Maria Rilke was a German poet known for his profound exploration of love, existence, and the human condition, particularly in works like 'The Duino Elegies.'
- Born
- September 4, 1875
- Died
- December 29, 1926
- Quotes
- 487
- Rank
- #71
Quote collection
Rainer Maria Rilke quotes (page 10 of 25)
487 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"Most people have turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it."
"...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness."
"The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep # trust ."
"If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well."
"I feel it now: there's a power in me to grasp and give shape to my world I know that nothing has ever been real without my beholding it. All becoming has need me."
"We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year."
"I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all."
"Whoever now makes himself bigger, freer and more human in his own existence, is doing his part toward peace, — as yet it must be worked at in an inward direction, not until a few have it all big and ready within them can it let itself be brought into the world."
"May I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that stream down my face make me more radiant: may my hidden weeping bloom.... How we waste our afflictions!... [T]hey're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year—; not only a season—: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode."
"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."
"Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth from space, and country lanes are showing these unexpected subtle risings that find expression in the empty trees."
"Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you."
"She followed slowly, taking a long time, As though there were some obstacles in the way; And yet: as though, once it was overcome, She would be beyond all walking, and would fly."
"Since I've learned to be silent, everything has come so much closer to me."
"Go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary."
"Don't observe yourself too closely. Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen."
"And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves - not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them."
"Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it."
"God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better."