Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

Who shows a child as he really is? Who sets him in his constellation and puts the measuring-rod of distance in his hand?

No, we don’t accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love.

And being dead is hard work and full of retrieval before one can gradually feel a trace of eternity.

I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.