Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

The poor monkey, quietly seated on the ground, seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

Insecurity, for me, feels like the sensation of suffocating.

All the trials we endure cannot be compared to these interior battles.

The fight life, that was easy. This is a battle I have every day.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.

Nothing should be permanent except struggle with the dark side within ourselves.

When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.

Whoso does not see that genuine life is a battle and a march has poorly read his origin and his destiny.

Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.

I survive all those battles," she growled, "and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!

And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.

Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl.

I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.

For a moment my soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to which these sights were the monuments and the remembrances. For an instant I dared to shake off my chains, and look around me with a free and lofty spirit; but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

We sometimes feel the shadows have got hold of us, the shadows of evil. But still, it's up to us to fight.

I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.

Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear. “Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen

The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.