You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.
Rainer Maria RilkeWe are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
Rainer Maria RilkeHuge lemons, cut in slices, would sink like setting suns into the dusky sea, softly illuminating it with their radiating membranes, and its clear, smooth surface aquiver from the rising bitter essence.
Rainer Maria Rilke