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“I’m learning how to see. I don’t know what the reason is, but everything enters into me more deeply and no longer stops at the point where it used to come to an end. I have an inner self that I knew nothing about. Now everything goes into it. I don’t know what happens there.”

Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

Work

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

Author

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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