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Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes


A Bohemian–Austrian poet.
René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), better known as Rainer Maria Rilke, was a Bohemian–Austrian poet. He is considered one of the most significant poets in the German language. His haunting images focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety: themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.

Here are some famous quotes by  Rainer Maria Rilke.

The gnarled fidelity of an old habit.

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Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

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Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?

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Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.

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One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.

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Everyone once once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.

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Love consists in this that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

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Success which is something so simple in the end is made up of thousands of things we never fully know what.

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This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give the more they possess.

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If your daily life seems poor do not blame it; blame yourself tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.

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Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand not the least thing. Everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be foreseen.

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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

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Nothing in this world can one imagine beforehand not the least thing. Everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be foreseen.

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Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good from afar The forgotten gesture the additional act.

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That is the principal thing: not to remain with the dream with the intention with the being in the mood but always forcibly to convert it into all things.