Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes About House

Quotes about: House

• I would like to sing someone to sleep, to sit beside someone and be there. I would like to rock you and sing softly and go with you to and from sleep. I would like to be the one in the house who knew: The night was cold. And I would like to listen in and listen out into you, into the world, into the woods. The clocks shout to one another striking, and one sees to the bottom of time. And down below one last, strange man walks by and rouses a strange dog. And after that comes silence. I have laid my eyes upon you wide; and they hold you gently and let you go when something stirs in the dark.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Dog, Sleep, Eye

  "The Book of Images".

• I am so afraid of people's words.They describe so distinctly everything: And this they call dog and that they call house, here the start and there the end. I worry about their mockery with words, they know everything, what will be, what was; no mountain is still miraculous; and their house and yard lead right up to God. I want to warn and object: Let the things be! I enjoy listening to the sound they are making. But you always touch: and they hush and stand still. That's how you kill.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Dog, People, Worry

  Rainer Maria Rilke (2005). “Pictures of God: Rilke's Religious Poetry Including "The Life of the Virgin Mary"”, Annmarie s Kidder

• The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Stars, Fall, Sunset

  Rainer Maria Rilke, “Evening”

• And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Wall, Memories, House

• Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air. And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Air, House, Tree

• Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  House, Leaving, Lasts

  Rainer Maria Rilke (1941). “Fifty Selected Poems with English Translations”

• Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the far-off: whoever you are. With your eyes, which in their weariness barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, you lift very slowly one black tree and place it against the sky: slender, alone. And you have made the world. And it is huge and like a word which grows ripe in silence. And as your will seizes on its meaning, tenderly your eyes let it go.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Eye, Sky, Silence

  Rainer Maria Rilke (2014). “The Book of Images”, p.5, North Point Press

• O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my face reflects, is dead and has been so for many thousand years. I had a vision of a passing boat and heard some voices saying disquieting things. I heard a clock strike in some distant house... but in which house?... I long to quiet my anxious heart and stand beneath the sky's immensity. I long to pray... And one of all the stars must still exist. I do believe that I would know which one alone endured, and which like a white city stands at the ray's end shining in the heavens.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Stars, Believe, Heart

  Rainer Maria Rilke, “Lament (O How All Things Are Far Removed)”

• I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Sleep, Fire, Punishment

  Rainer Maria Rilke, Anita Barrows, Joanna Macy (1996). “Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God”, Riverhead Trade (Paperbacks)

• sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Children, Blessing, Men

  Rainer Maria Rilke (1981). “Selected Poems”

• Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dry leaves are blowing.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Writing, Long, House

  Rainer Maria Rilke, “Autumn Day”

• You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house - , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, - you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Country, Garden, Mirrors

  Rainer Maria Rilke, “You Who Never Arrived”

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