Maxioms by Rainer Maria Rilke
A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that read more
A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that read more
Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words.
