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Rainer Maria Rilke

    b9142801668membuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    I scent the oncoming winds and must bend with them,
    While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
    While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
    And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy—
    Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
    And expand and withdraw into myself
    And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
    Маринаmembuat kutipan8 bulan yang lalu
    The moon, a lily white,
    Blossoms within her hand.
    stummjrmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    I would finally just like to advise you to grow through your development quietly and seriously; you can interrupt it in no more violent manner than by looking outwards,
    stummjrmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    do you want to exclude any disturbance, any pain, any melancholy from your life, since you do not know what these conditions are working upon you?
    stummjrmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    And if I may say one thing more to you, it is this: do not think that the man who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words which sometimes do you good. His life has much hardship and sadness and lags far behind you. If it were otherwise, he could never have found those words.
    Evelina Todorovamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Nobody can advise and help you, nobody. There is only one single means. Go inside yourself. Discover the motive that bids you write; examine whether it sends its roots down to the deepest places of your heart, confess to yourself whether you would have to die if writing were denied you. This before all: ask yourself in the quietest hour of your night: must I write? Dig down into yourself for a deep answer.
    Evelina Todorovamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    There is no measuring by time there, a year there has no meaning, and ten years are nothing. To be an artist means: not to reckon and count; to ripen like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without fear lest no Summer might come after. It does come. But it comes only to the patient ones, who are there as if eternity lay in front of them, so unconcernedly still and far. I am learning it daily, learning it through pains to which I am grateful: patience is all!
    Evelina Todorovamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    To love is also good: for love is difficult.19 Fondness between human beings: that is perhaps the most difficult task that is set us, the ultimate thing, the final trial and test, the work for which all other work is only preparation. Therefore young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot know love yet: they have to learn it. With their whole being, with all their strength gathered about their lonely, fearful, upward beating heart, they must learn to love.
    Evelina Todorovamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    The future stands firm, dear Herr Kappus, but we move about in infinite space.
    Evelina Todorovamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Art too is only a way of living, and one can prepare for it, living somehow, without knowing it; in everything real one is a closer, nearer neighbour to it than in the unreal semi-artistic professions which, while they make show of a relatedness to art, in practice deny and attack the existence of all art, as for instance the whole of journalism does, and almost all criticism and three-quarters of what calls itself and likes to be called literature.
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