And we, spectators always, everywhere, looking at, never out of, everything! It fills us. We arrange it. It collapses. We re-arrange it, and collapse….

If only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us that we must hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us t….

we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to i….

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant..

A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead..

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any fur….

Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from ou….

My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing..

Life + a cat ... adds up to an incalculable sum..

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you..

Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?.

Truly it is glorious, our being here..

Love the questions themselves...Live the questions now and have confidence that someday far into the future, [I will live my] way into the answer..

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 qu….

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

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false..

Why should you want to give up a child's wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not-understanding is, after all, a way….

But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is-solitude, intensified and deepened ….

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees..

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance..

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance..