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.
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Success, which is something so simple in the end, is made up of thousands of things, we never fully know what.
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise...
But there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.
Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude, great inner solitude. Going into oneself for hours meeting no one – this one must be able to attain.
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.