#rilke

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#anger

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#art

Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving you (there arent words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, So that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star I was beginning to undertand poetry. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #life

And leaving you (there aren't words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, so that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding, Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #life

Extinguish my sight, and I can still see you; plug up my ears, and I can still hear; even without feet I can walk toward you, and without mouth I can still implore. Break off my arms, and I will hold you with my heart as if it were a hand; strangle my heart, and my brain will still throb; and should you set fire to my brain, I still can carry you with my blood. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#rainer-maria-rilke #inspirational

I am so afraid of people's words.They describe so distinctly everything: And this they call dog and that they call house, here the start and there the end. I worry about their mockery with words, they know everything, what will be, what was; no mountain is still miraculous; and their house and yard lead right up to God. I want to warn and object: Let the things be! I enjoy listening to the sound they are making. But you always touch: and they hush and stand still. That's how you kill. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#rainer-maria-rilke #inspirational

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

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#rainer-maria-rilke #life

Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #love

FALLING STARS: Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes -- do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars: each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play, while in our hearts we felt safe and secure watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate, knowing somehow we had survived their fall. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#rainer-maria-rilke #security

Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#silence