Rainer Maria Rilke citáty

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32 citátů plných hluboké moudrosti a inspirace pro život

„Vůle má malý význam, stěžování si a sláva nic neznamenají. Otevřenost, trpělivost, vnímavost a samota jsou všechno.“

„V lásce potřebujeme praktikovat pouze toto: nechat druhého odejít. Protože držet se někoho je snadné; tomu se už nemusíme učit.“

„Ach, jak je dobré být mezi lidmi, kteří čtou.“

„Protože milovat druhou lidskou bytost je možno ten nejtěžší úkol ze všech. Je to ten nejpodstatnější úkol. Je to práce, při níž všechny ostatní práce se zdají být pouze přípravou.“

„Práce očí je hotová. Nyní jděte a pracujte na obrázcích, které jsou uzamčeny ve vašem srdci.“

„V dobrém manželství si partneři střeží svou samotu. Jakmile si uvědomí, že i mezi nejbližšími bytostmi stále existuje nekonečná vzdálenost, může z toho postupně vzejít nádherný společný život. Stačí, když budou milovat vzdálenost, která mezi nimi zůstává a která umožňuje, aby na pozadí širokého nebe… Vnímali druhého jako celého člověka.“

„Láska se skládá z toho, že dva osamělí se ochraňují, dotýkají se a spolu se baví.“

„Aby jedna lidská bytost milovala tu druhou, je zřejmě nejtěžší úkol ze všech. Všechno ostatní je pouhá příprava.“

„Smyslem života je být poražen většími a většími věcmi.“

„Každý den je začátkem života.“

„Tvůrčí život je vlastně tak blízký sexuálnímu životu, jeho bolestem i rozkošem, že jsou to jen dva póly jedné a téže věci, jednoho a téhož požitku.“

„Pohleď, vždyť žiji. Z čeho? Ani dětství ani budoucna
mi neubývá..... Přemíra bytí
tryská mi ze srdce.“

„Nehledejte odpovědi, které vám nyní nemohou být dány, protože byste je nemohli žít... jde o to, abyste žili všechno. Teď žijte otázkami. Možná pak někdy v daleké budoucnosti postupně, aniž byste si toho všimli, prožijete odpověď.“

„Je dobré být sám, neboť samota je těžká: to, že je něco těžké, pro nás musí být o důvod víc, abychom to udělali.“

„Sláva je souhrnem nedorozumění, která se nakupí kolem jména.“

„Jediná cesta je ta ve vlastním nitru.“

„Připadá-li ti tvůj všední den ubohým, nestěžuj si na něj. Stěžuj si na sebe, že nejsi dost silný, abys přivolal svá bohatství. Tvořivému člověku není nic nuzné, ani žádné místo ubohé a lhostejné.“

„Všichni zemřeme na vlastní smrt.“

„Třetí ve hře je ten, co není.“

„Nejviditelnější štěstí se nám dává poznat až v okamžiku, kdy je přijmeme do svého nitra.“

„Chudoba je velká záře z nitra.“

„Udržet své vnitřní vědomí čisté a vědět, zda jsme schopni převzít zodpovědnost za své tvůrčí zkušenosti, tak jak existují ve své pravdivosti a absolutnosti: to je základ každého umění….“

„Je to jako se zrcadlem, člověk nic nechápe, je pouze vtažen do tajemství jeho nepostižitelnosti. Celý den má hlavu plnou představ, ale ani jedinou nedokáže podepřít důkazy. Benátky jsou záležitost víry.“

„Cokoliv se Ti stane, krása nebo hrůza, Prostě jdi dál...žádný pocit není konečný.“

„A teď přivítáme nový rok. Plný věcí, které se ještě nestaly.“

„Zjistěte důvod, který přikazuje, abyste začali psát. Zjistěte, zda rozšířil své kořeny do hloubky vašeho srdce; a přiznejte si a přijměte, že byste museli zemřít, kdyby vám někdo zakázal psát.“

„Považuji to za nejvyšší povinnost pouta mezi dvěma lidmi: každý z nich by měl hlídat samotu toho druhého.“

„Chci být s těmi, kdo znají tajné věci, jinak budu sám.“

„Opět je tu jaro. Země je jako dítě, které zná básničky nazpaměť.“

“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.”

“We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.”

“All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.”

“And I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song.”

“Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.”

“A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude.”

“Someday you will name me,
then gently place those burning
holy roses in my hair.

[Songs of Longing]”

“You must change your life.”

“Lovers … when you raise yourselves and press
your mouths together—drink upon drink:
strange how each of you drinks your way past the other.”

“In the end, those who were carried off early no longer need us:
they are weaned from earth's sorrows and joys, and as gently as children
outgrow the soft breasts of their mothers. But we, who do need
such great mysteries, we for whom grief is so often
the source of our spirit's growth — : could we exist without them?”

“Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and … one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting. Whoever meddles, arranges, injects his human deliberation, his wit, his advocacy, his intellectual agility in any way, is already disturbing and clouding their activity.”

“The next tide will erase the way through the mudflats,
and everything will be again equal on all sides;
but the small, far-out island already has its
eyes closed; bewildered, the dike draws a circlearound its inhabitants who were born
into a sleep in which many worlds
are silently confused, for they rarely speak,
and every phrase is like an epitaph.”

“Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connexion with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle.”

“Irony: Do not let yourself be governed by it, especially not in unproductive moments. In productive ones try to make use of it as one more means of seizing life.”

“Physical pleasure is a sensual experience no different from pure seeing or the pure sensation with which a fine fruit fills the tongue; it is a great unending experience, which is given us, a knowing of the world, the fullness and the glory of all knowing. And not our acceptance of it is bad; the bad thing is that most people misuse and squander this experience and apply it as a stimulant at the tired spots of their lives and as distraction instead of a rallying toward exalted moments.”

“Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one,
at the end of the path which I've only just begun.
So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp,
at such great distance, so fully manifest—and it changes us, even when we do not reach it,
into something that, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a sign appears, echoing our own sign…
But what we sense is the falling winds.”

“There is probably no point in my going into your questions now; for what I could say about your tendency to doubt or about your inability to bring your outer and inner lives into harmony or about all the other thing that oppress you - : is just what I have already said: just the wish that you may find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity to have faith; that you may gain more and more confidence in what is difficult and in your solitude among other people. And as for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.”

“First a childhood, limitless and without
renunciation or goals. O unselfconscious joy.
Then suddenly terror, barriers, schools, drudgery,
and collapse into temptation and loss.Defiance. The one bent becomes the bender,
and thrusts upon others that which it suffered.
Loved, feared, rescuer, fighter, winner
and conqueror, blow by blow.And then alone in cold, light, open space,
yet still deep within the mature erected form,
a gasping for the clear air of the first one, the old one…Then God leaps out from behind his hiding place.”

“Out of infinite longings rise
finite deeds like weak fountains,
falling back just in time and trembling.
And yet, what otherwise remains silent,
our happy energies—show themselves
in these dancing tears.”

“It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living. Because we are alone with the unfamiliar presence that has entered us; because everything we trust and are used to is for a moment taken away from us; because we stand in the midst of a transition where we cannot remain standing. That is why the sadness passes: the new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our heart, has gone into its innermost chamber and is no longer even there, - is already in our bloodstream. And we don't know what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing happened, and yet we have changed, as a house that a guest has entered changes. We can't say who has come, perhaps we will never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters us in this way in order to be transformed in us, long before it happens. And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the seemingly uneventful and motionless moment when our future steps into us is so much closer to life than that other loud and accidental point of time when it happens to us as if from outside. The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.”

“The longer I live, the more urgent it seems to me to endure and transcribe the whole dictation of existence up to its end, for it might just be the case that only the very last sentence contains that small and possibly inconspicuous word through which everything we had struggled to learn and everything we had failed to understand will be transformed suddenly into magnificent sense.”

“Not since Moses has anyone seen a mountain so greatly.”

“Young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.”

“Sex is difficult; yes. But those tasks that have been entrusted to us are difficult; almost everything serious is difficult; and everything is serious. If you just recognize this and manage, out of yourself, out of your own talent and nature, out of your own experience and childhood and strength, to achieve a wholly individual relation to sex (one that is not influenced by convention and custom), then you will no longer have to be afraid of losing yourself and becoming unworthy of your dearest possession.”

“Love is something difficult and it is more difficult than other things because in other conflicts nature herself enjoins men to collect themselves, to take themselves firmly in the hand with all their strength, while in the heightening of love the impulse is to give oneself wholly away.”

“This difficult living, heavy and as if all tied up,
moving through that which has been left undone,
is like the not-quite-finished walk of the swan.And dying, this slipping away from
the ground upon which we stand every day,
is his anxious letting himself fall—:into the waters, which receive him gladly
and which, as if happily already gone by,
draw back under him, wave after wave;
while the swan, infinitely calm and self-assured,
opener and more magnificent
and more serene, allows himself to be drawn on.”

“Slowly the evening changes into the clothes
held for it by a row of ancient trees.”

“The great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbors, and will come together as human beings.”

“Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism : they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.”