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“Never forget to make a wish, Malte. You should never give up wishing. I believe there is no such thing as fulfillment, but there are wishes, and they go on lasting, your whole lifetime, so that you couldn’t wait long enough for them to be fulfilled even if you wanted to.”

Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

Book:The notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
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The notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

This book is a compilation of the personal thoughts and observations of Malte Laurids Brigge, a fictional character portrayed as a sensitive and introspective artist living in Berlin during the early 20th century. The notebooks delve into themes of existentialism, the nature of art, and the complexities of human emotions, offering a glimpse into the mind of a man grappling with the complexities of life and creativity. more

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Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke

German poet known for his profound poetry and epistolary works. Rainer Maria Rilke's poetry style is unique, often exploring themes such as loneliness, love, and religious faith. more

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