Quotes from Rilke

You are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.

Most of my life has been spent not understanding, and I can assure you, it was not easy.

Books inviting us to read, on the bookshelves stand. Piers for bridges that will lead, into Fairyland.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue [...] Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Tolerating is the gift from God to women!

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.

Pa još se uopšte nisam privikao ovom svetu, koji mi se ?ini dobar. Šta ?u u nekom drugom ? Tako bih rado ostao me?u zna?enjima koja sam zavoleo, pa ako se ve? nešto mora promeniti želeo bih da bar smem živeti me?u psima, koji imaju srodan svet i iste stvari.

Der Abend ist mein Buch Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen die Deckel purpurn in Damast; ich löse seine goldnen Spangen mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast. Und lese seine erste Seite, beglückt durch den vertrauten Ton, - und lese leiser seine zweite, und seine dritte träum ich schon.

For it is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new,unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive.

Si tu vida cotidiana te parece pobre, no la acuses. Acúsate a ti mismo de no ser lo bastante poeta para percibir sus riquezas.

Ne-am n?scut provizoriu, undeva, apoi încetul cu încetul conÅŸtientiz?m în noi originea noastr?, ÅŸi aÅŸa renaÅŸtem mereu, de fiecare dat? mai definitiv.

How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin?

Find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity to have faith. Gain more confidence in what is difficult. For the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

Summer was like your house: you know where each thing stood. Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins. The days go numb, the wind sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves. Through the empty branches the sky remains. It is what you have. Be earth now, and evensong. Be the ground lying under that sky. Be modest now, like a thing ripened until it is real, so that he who began it all can feel you when he reaches for you.

Patience is all.

My looking ripens things and they come towards me, to meet and be met.