Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

When it comes to cakes and puddings, savouries, bread and tea cakes, the English cannot be surpassed.

I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o'clock.

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

Ah, there's nothing like tea in the afternoon. When the British Empire collapses, historians will find that it had made but two invaluable contributions to civilization - this tea ritual and the detective novel.

...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers.

We want our happy little clouds to float across the sky

Tea is one of the main stays of civilization in this country.

Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

People who like to cook like to talk about food....without one cook giving another cook a tip or two, human life might have died out a long time ago.

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

Clouds suit my mood just fine.

Those who keep speaking about the sun while walking under a cloudy sky are messengers of hope, the true saints of our day.

Bread is the staff of life.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

Most men, it seems to me, do not care for Nature and would sell their share in all her beauty, as long as they may live, for a stated sum - many for a glass of rum. Thank God, men cannot as yet fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth!

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows in yonder West; the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes and great cloud continents of sunset-seas.

Between two thoughts try to be alert; look into the interval, the space in between. You will see no mind; that is your nature. For thoughts come and go - they are accidental - but that inner space always remains. Clouds gather and go, disappear - they are accidental - but the sky remains. You are the sky.

No cloud above, no earth below, A universe of sky and snow.

There's no life like the life I've lived. You're free like a cloud floating up in the sky.

The magic word for me is pumpernickel. I love pumpernickel. I must have some Russian blood in me because I could just eat pumpernickel and raw onions.

Malta is the only country in the world where the local delicacy is the bread.

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.