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...
Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the othersfall: again and again the two of...
His gaze, bluntedby the unnumbered processionof iron bars, uncountedas his softly padded steps.Smooth motion of blood and sinewturning in its own, small circleprescribed by bars and walls...and skin,...
Our heart always transcends us.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?
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.
Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.
A complete sharing between two people is an impossibility and whenever it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a mutual agreement which robs either one member or both of his fullest freed...
Everyone once once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.
Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.
Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.
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.
Everything that has been wrestled from doubtI welcome-the mouths that burst open afterlong knowledge of what it is to be mute.
Angels often do now know whether they walk among the dead or living.
I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.And without feet I can make my way to you,without a mouth I can swear your name.Break off my arms, I'll take hold of youw...
For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks the ultimate the last test and proof the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else. It seems to him there area thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in cramped circles...