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No waiting the beyond, no peering toward it,but longing to degrade not even death;we shall learn ear...

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Poems from the Book of Hours

Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something that needs our love.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like ...

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Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest the more strongly...

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You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help...

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Sometimes she walks through the village in herlittle red dressall absorbed in restraining herself,an...

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Our heart always transcends us.

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all t...

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Whenever one speaks of lonely people one takes too much for granted. One thinks people all know what...

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Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,like winter, which even now is passing.For be...

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Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Praise, my dear one.Let us disappear into praising.Nothing belongs to us.

Love consists in this that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

The more we speak of solitude, the clearer it becomes that at the bottom it is not something one can...

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And the heart has become so tired, and the longing so vast.

His gaze, bluntedby the unnumbered processionof iron bars, uncountedas his softly padded steps.Smoot...

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Then suddenly you’re left all alonewith your body that can’t love youand your will that can’t save y...

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Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.

For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, webreathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember,yielding ...

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Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good f...

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It was not in me It came and wentI wanted to hold it It was held by wine(I no longer know what it wa...

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If your love for […] wants to do something now, then its work and task is this: to catch up with wha...

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A complete sharing between two people is an impossibility and whenever it seems, nevertheless, to ex...

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A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude. Once the realizat...

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Already the ripening barberries are redAnd the old asters hardly breathe in their beds.The man who i...

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I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

You darkness, that I come from,I love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fir...

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Do continue to believe that with your feeling and your work you are taking part in the greatest the...

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It is always what I have already said: always the wish that you may find patience enough in yourself...

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…[S]uddenly your eye, which was already preparing itself for larger dimensions, goes about willingly...

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Have patience with everything unresolved in you heart and try to love the questions themselves. It i...

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And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've bee...

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Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches perhaps we would endure our sadne...

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Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force i...

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Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances conti...

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Angels often do now know whether they walk among the dead or living.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.And without feet I ca...

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Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even no...

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Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, ...

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Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?

The gnarled fidelity of an old habit.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what song...

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And those, who come together in the night and are twined in quivering pleasure, are performing a ser...

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The one so loved that a single lyreraised more lament than lamenting women ever did;and that from th...

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And children are still the way you were ...as a child, sad and happy in just the same way and if you...

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If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call ...

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The Apple Orchard Come let us watch the sun go downand walk in twilight through the orchard's green....

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When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

Everything that has been wrestled from doubtI welcome-the mouths that burst open afterlong knowledge...

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How he loved and yetwished to leave you: always both, at once.

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting ...

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Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.

What an unilateral life, when from the material of a renunciation, we must fashion something we love...

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This is the creature there has never been.They never knew it, and yet, none the less,they loved the ...

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Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must strictly speaking at ev...

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And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry,uttered the words: ‘He has turned ...

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This, above all, ask yourself in the stillest hour of the night: must I write? Delve deep into yours...

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Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorr...

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we want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have tran...

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One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children...

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All things want to float.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Wanting to change to improve a person's situation means offering him for difficulties in which he...

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We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terr...

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...In a case like this, the thing is (in my own opinion) to draw back upon oneself, and not to striv...

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Long you must suffer, knowing not what,until suddenly out of spitefully chewed fruit your suffering'...

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It seems to him there area thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no...

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She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth...

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If your daily life seems poor do not blame it blame yourself tell yourself that you are not poet ...

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Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.

I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of the world.

For sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great...

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If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing then you are a writer”"Se ...

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Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

Everyone once once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.

How should we be able to forget those myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths abou...

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Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

Take your well-disciplined strengths, stretch them between the two great opposing poles, because ins...

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Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by...

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Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling com...

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I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come ...

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Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundre...

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Nothing in this world can one imagine beforehand not the least thing. Everything is made up of so m...

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Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its root...

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The free animalhas its dying always behind itand God in front of it, and its wayis the eternal way, ...

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Whoever you are, go out into the evening,leaving your room, of which you know every bit;your house i...

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There are no classes in life for beginners: right away you are always asked to deal with what is mos...

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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbel...

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Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Opennes...

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Poet

Born: 1875-12-04

Died: 1926-12-29

René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), better known as Rainer Maria Rilke, was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist, generally considered the German language's greatest poet of the 20th century. His writings include one novel, several collections of poetry and several volumes of correspondence in which he invokes images that focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude and anxiety. These themes position him as a transitional figure between traditional and modernist writers.More