For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.
By Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies (Translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
By Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via liquidnight)