A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are moments when something new has entered into...
All things want to float.
Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's o...
And those, who come together in the night and are twined in quivering pleasure, are performing a serious work and are heaping up sweetness, depth and force for the song of some coming poet, who will a...
And the heart has become so tired, and the longing so vast.
O Stunden in der Kindheit,da hinter den Figuren mehr als nurVergangnes war und vor uns nicht die Zukunft.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
We are solitary. We can delude ourselves about this and act as if it were not true. That is all.
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.
For sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true that we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which w...
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
Have patience with everything unresolved in you heart and try to love the questions themselves. It is possible to live and not know.
Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.
Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.
For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.
Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer...
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them w...
In the room...they are inside the books. They move sometimes within the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams.