Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows with only this one dream: You come too.
Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.
It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.
Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.
All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
You are also the physician who must watch over yourself. But in the course of every illness there are many days in which the physician can do nothing but wait.
We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.
The point is to live everything.
Thus we live, forever taking leave.
Don’t take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.
Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.
Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.
As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build...
It is so often on the name of a misdeed that a life goes to pieces, not the nameless and personal action itself, which was perhaps a perfectly definite necessity of that life and would have been absorbed by it without effort.