My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths, and at that, the one that will be still the soonest. I am the rest between two notes, which are somehow always in discord because Deathโs note wants to climb overโ but in the dark interval, reconciled, they stay there trembling. And the song goes on, beautiful.
Rainer Maria RilkeI am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.
Rainer Maria RilkeThings aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life
Rainer Maria RilkeThe artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss.
Rainer Maria Rilke