Quotes About Reflection

Through loss, through great, immoderate loss, we are actually quite introduced into the Whole. Death is only an unsparing way of placing us on intimate and trusting terms with that side of our existence that is turned away from us.

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

Suchen Sie die Tiefe der Dinge: dort steigt Ironie nie hinab.

If it were possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and a little beyond the outworks of our intuitions, perhaps we should then bear our sadnessess with greater assurance than our joys.

Live for a while in these books, learn from them whatever seems to you worth learning, but above all love them.

No one can advise and assist you, no one. There is only one way: go into yourself.

Come here into the candlelight. I'm not afraid to look at the dead. For when the dead come they have as much right to sojourn in our gaze as any other thing.

Így csetlünk-botlunk, félig ember, félig gúnykép mindegyikünk: nem vagyunk mi sem színészek, sem valódiak.

Yazmak için acele etmemek gerekir, mana ve tat toplamal?, bütün ve mümkünse uzun bir hayat boyunca ve sonra en sonunda belki iyi olan ve on sat?r yaz?labilir. Çünkü dizeler, birçoklar?n?n dediÄŸi gibi, deÄŸildir (bunlara insan yeterÅŸnce erken yaÅŸta sahiptir), dizeler deneyimlerdir.

schließlich wollte ich Ihnen ja auch nur raten, still und ernst durch Ihre Entwicklung durchzuwachsen; Sie können sie gar nicht heftiger stören, als wenn Sie nach außen sehen und von außen Antwort erwarten auf Fragen, die nur Ihr innerstes Gefühl in Ihrer leisesten Stunde vielleicht beantworten kann.

There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

Pues cerca de la muerte uno ya no ve la muerte y mira fijamente hacia afuera, quizás con una gran mirada de animal.

Geloof niet dat degene die u probeert te troosten moeiteloos te midden van de eenvoudige en stille woorden leeft waarbij u menigmaal baat vindt. Diens leven is rijk aan droefenis en verdriet en het blijft ver bij de woorden ten achter. Maar als het anders was, zou hij die woorden nooit hebben kunnen vinden. Borgeby Gård Flädie, Zweden, 12 augustus 2017

Wir haben nie, nicht einen einzigen Tag, den reinen Raum vor uns, in den die Blumen unendlich aufgehn.

DüÅŸünebilirdim ta en son k?y?na kadar bin katl? bir düÅŸünceyle ben seni; ve bir gülümseme süresince benim olurdun.

For this reason, my dear Sir, the only advice I have is this: to go into yourself and to examine the depths from which your life springs; at its source you will find the answer to the question of whether you have to write. Accept this answer as it is, without seeking to interpret it. Perhaps it will turn out that you are called to be an artist. Then assume this fate and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking after the rewards that may

Of course, you must know that every letter of yours will always give me pleasure, and you must be indulgent with the answer, which will perhaps often leave you empty-handed; for ultimately, and precisely in the deepest and most important matters, we are unspeakably alone; and many things must happen, many things must go right, a whole constellation of events must be fulfilled, for one human being to successfully advise or help another.

And where a great and unique person speaks, the rest of us should be silent

gal mirusieji yra tie, kurie iš?jo pam?styti apie gyvenim?.

I am learning to see. Why, I cannot say, but all things enter more deeply into me; nor do the impressions remain at the level where they used to cease. There is a place within me of which I knew nothing. Now all things tend that way. I do not know what happens there.

It is good to say it out loud: 'Nothing happened.' Once more: 'Nothing happened.' Does that help at all?

Lo que se necesita no es más que esto: soledad, gran soledad interior. Adentrarse en sí mismo y no encontrarse con nadie durante horas: esto es lo que hay que poder alcanzar. Estar solo, como se estaba solo de niño, cuando los adultos andaban enredados con cosas que parecían importantes y grandes, porque los mayores parecían muy ocupados y porque uno no comprendía nada de lo que hacían.

wonder if he was really suited to the career for which he was preparing. His academy's chaplain happened to see a book of Rilke's poems in the cadet's hands.

But alas, with poems one accomplishes so little when one writes them early. One should hold off and gather sense and sweetness a whole life long, a long life if possible, and then, right at the end, one could perhaps write ten lines that are good. For poems are not, as people think, feelings (those one has early enough—they are experiences.