Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Rainer Maria RilkeWe wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year.
Rainer Maria RilkeWe make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
Rainer Maria RilkeWhat else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke