Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own.
Rainer Maria RilkePerhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.
Rainer Maria RilkeLet everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final
Rainer Maria RilkeThere is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.
Rainer Maria Rilke