Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

I am best viewed from a distance... and at night.

That's what the 'Doctor' is about, essentially - having that energy that you just can't understand.

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

Life without power is death.

I'm not somebody who gets teared up or anything, but I still look up at the stars, and it gives me hope, and it gives me energy. I think one of the things that we have to think about it is, we are all a part of this universe.

There is no greater mystery to me than that of light traveling through darkness.

You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons." Bast smiled a terrible smile. "There is only my kind." Bast leaned closer still, Chronicler smelled flowers on his breath. "You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

Ever desireless, one can see the mystery. Ever desiring, one can see the manifestations. These two spring from the same source but differ in name; this appears as darkness. Darkness within darkness. The gate to all mystery.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Infinity? It attracts us like a floodlight in the night.

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

At the root of all power and motion, at the burning center of existence itself, there is music and rhythm.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

When you die, you know, you hear the insistent pounding that defines all things, whether of matter or energy, since there is nothing in the universe, really, but proportion.