Author: Rainer Maria Rilke

Quotes

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

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

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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.

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.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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

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

- Rainer Maria Rilke

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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

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

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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