A review by sulkhogan
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge by Rainer Maria Rilke

3.0

"When I think back to my home, where there is no one left now, it always seems to me that things must have been different back then. Then, you knew, (or perhaps you sensed it) that you had your death inside you as a fruit has its core. The children had a small one in them and the grownups a large one. The women had it in their womb and the men in their chest. You had it, and that gave you a strange dignity and a quiet pride.”

"Until now I always believed that help would come."

"I already felt something had entered my life which I alone would have to walk around with, forever and ever."