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Be glad that you are growing, and realize that you cannot take anyone with you; be gentle with those who stay behind. Be confident and calm before them, and don’t torment them with your doubts or distress them with your ambitions which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. -Rilke
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All feelings that gather you up and lift you are pure. If they twist and tear at your being, they are not. Every emotion that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is good. -Rilke
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I yearn for my work, because it always helps me make sense of things. For never was a horror experienced without an angel stepping in from the opposite direction to witness it with me. -Rilke
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Those who create are like you, God. They long for the eternal. Lovers also gather your inheritance. They are the poets of one brief hour. They kiss an expressionless mouth into a smile as if creating it anew, more beautiful. -Rilke
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If we hold steady and take love upon us as a task and a teaching instead of losing ourselves in an easy and frivolous game behind which to hide the most honest questions of our existence—this may be felt as a small illumination and step forward by those who come after us. -Rilke
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You said live out loud, and die you said lightly, and over and over again you said be. And what they have stammered ever since are fragments of your ancient name. -Rilke
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God, every night is hard. Always there are some awake, who turn, turn, and do not find you. Don’t you hear them crying out as they go farther and farther down? Surely you hear them weep; for they are weeping. -Rilke
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We, when we feel, evaporate. We breathe ourselves out and gone. Like the glow of an ember, the fragrance we give off grows weaker. -Rilke
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I learn this every day of my life, I learn it from hardships I am grateful for: patience is all. -Rilke
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I learn this every day of my life, I learn it from hardships I am grateful for: patience is all. -Rilke
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In alleyways I sweep myself up out of garbage and broken glass. It’s here in all the pieces of my shame that now I find myself again. -Rilke
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Humanity has been terrified and beset by dread; but is there anything noble and gracious that has not, from time to time, worn the mask of dread? -Rilke
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Whoever takes it seriously, discovers that with real love, there are no easy recipes. There are no universally agreed-upon rules. But in the same measure that we begin as individuals to explore life’s meaning for us, these great things come toward us to be met and known. -Rilke
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Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. -Rilke
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Surely our heart travels not only from the ghostly to the holy, but it makes a circle. And we know only half of it. -Rilke
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Love consists in this, that two solitudes that meet, protect, and greet each other. -Rilke
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I'm not saying we should love death, but rather we should love life so generously, without picking and choosing, that we automatically include it (life’s other half) in our love. It is conceivable death is infinitely closer to us than life itself. What do we know of it? -Rilke
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Bereft of knowledge before the heavens of my life, I stand astonished. Oh the great stars. Their rising and their setting. How quiet. As if I did not exist. Am I taking part? -Rilke
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Those who create are like you, God. They long for the eternal. Lovers also gather your inheritance. They are the poets of one brief hour. They kiss an expressionless mouth into a smile as if creating it anew, more beautiful. -Rilke
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Memory is not enough… I do not recollect. What I am is alive in me because of you. I do not reinvent you at sadly cooled-off places you have left behind. Even your absence is filled with your warmth and is more real than your not-existing. -Rilke
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Things are not nearly so comprehensible and sayable as we are generally made to believe. Most experiences are unsayable; they come to fullness in a realm that words do not inhabit. -Rilke
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