Girls, there are poets who learn from you
to say, what you, in your aloneness, are;
and they learn through you to live distantness,
as the evenings through the great stars
become accustomed to eternity.
Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves.
I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
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.
There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.