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Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.
We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important.
That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.
May you gain more and more confidence in what is difficult and in your solitude among other people.
I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Life is cut to allow for growth ... one may vigorously put on weight before one fills it out entirely.
The artist's task consists of making one thing of many, and a world from the smallest part of a thing.
Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism.
If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.
I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.
Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.
Your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism.
It is good to say it aloud: 'Nothing has happened.' Once again: 'Nothing has happened.' Does that help?"
It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)
What keeps you from... living your life as a painful and lovely day in the history of a great pregnancy?
Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.
For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.
Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.
Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.
Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.
Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.
and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.
Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.
Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
Success, which is something so simple in the end, is made up of thousands of things, we never fully know what.
The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep # trust .
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.
Draw near to Nature. Then try like some first human being to say what you see and experience and love and lose.
Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer.
There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.
Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings.
Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.
Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?
Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
Perhaps then, some day far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it.
What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate?
We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within us.
We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it.