Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.
Rainer Maria RilkeJust as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connection with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle.
Rainer Maria RilkeIf the Angel deigns to appear, it will be because you have convinced him, not by tears but by your humble resolve to be always beginning โ to be a Beginner!
Rainer Maria Rilke