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.
And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.
Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must strictly speaking at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.
We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we m...
And children are still the way you were ...as a child, sad and happy in just the same way and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children, and the grown...
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.
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
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...
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...
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.
How should we be able to forget those myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons in our lives are pri...
And the heart has become so tired, and the longing so vast.
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...
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.
O Stunden in der Kindheit,da hinter den Figuren mehr als nurVergangnes war und vor uns nicht die Zukunft.
In the room...they are inside the books. They move sometimes within the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams.
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.