Wonderful Quotes by Ranier Wilke

"A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship."

"All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you."

"All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood."

" Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it."

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

"For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation."

"He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog."

"I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several."

"I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other."

"I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone."

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A couple sitting 3 rows in front of me
His arm around (her)
A veil a shield


A looming threat of
Un remembered
mêlée

s e e p s

from the piano c r e e ping

like a giant insect

she is (cocooned)

I
am

free





each note c
r
a
w
l
s
Stepping closer to

lights accenting!
the

melodies
dancing

around (me)

Person

Person
Perfect, perfection
perfect son,
sun burn, purple,
people pleasing
reason, season
seas sun, see some
perhaps, happenstance
nonsense, non scents
no cents, no sense
nope
pope
he’s a person

Some Poetry

The scaly stench of the freshly caught fish Eyes ogling up at me,
cryptically begging to be set free. pity comes naturally. The ocean is their home,
it separates me from mine. the way the
ancient Italian women would waddle unwavering
through the open market
screaming to the vendors,
“Un kilo! Un kilo! Due euro! The sweet, acidic cocktail of their
biscotti and coffee breath
mingling with the salty fish. old friends
reunited. husbands dressed
to the nines scurrying behind them with
the day’s purchases in tow.
cobbly stones under my feet
demanding that I find my balance.
A permeating balance
the feel of my grimy European
money teasing
me through my coin purse
as I tried to find
the exact amount. Trading the
cool, metal coins in exchange for
A sun ripened albicocca.
I belong here. I remember:
Why I came here Why
I was terrified Why
I stayed for years.
Why I call it home.
I remember: