letters to a young poets quotes

You are so young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is  unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign language. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Maybe you and I were never meant to be together. We had our chances to be together, but the time was never right. I know that we are still both young, but what if I have lost my chance to be with you because I was too scared to admit what I felt about you?
Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

i. she runs her fingers across the back of my hand and it feels like being struck by lightning. there is a storm overhead that hasn’t started yet, but the grey skies are not nearly as intimidating as her eyes on my lips

ii. we fall asleep under the same stars every night but years stretch further than the distance between our beds. I never fall asleep in her arms. I have never dreamed of something so much.

iii. a night of firsts. first time skinny dipping. first time breaking into a pool. first time seeing her naked. not a first kiss, yet somehow it always feels so new.

iv. she buys a beat up car and I steal my freedom from under my parents’ thumb. the sound of tires on gravel still sounds like running away.

v. the fireflies stop showing up when we meet. the wind chills and we both freeze in place. I thought time had given us a pause but he doesn’t stop for anyone, not even the young trying to fall in love.

vi. letters only mean so much and no one ever means it when they say “we’ll keep in touch.” her kiss doesn’t feel new and I don’t know if she means it when she tells me “I’ll always love you.”

vii. I loved her. I love her. You never forget your first but it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough.

—  In Scrabble, LOVE is only worth 7 points || O.L.
All you need now is to stand at the window and let your rhythmical sense open and shut, open, and shut, boldly and freely, until one thing melts in another, until the taxis are dancing with the daffodils, until a whole has been made from all these separate fragments. (…) What I mean is, summon all your courage, exert all your vigilance, invoke all the gifts that Nature has been induced to bestow. Then let your rhythmical sense wind itself in and out among men and women, omnibuses, sparrows - whatever come along the street - until it has strung them together in one harmonious whole. That perhaps is your task - to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry (…)
—  Virginia Woolf, A Letter to a Young Poet
i met you and i knew you were a storm
and i was calm like the sea
i knew you’d bring along destruction
but maybe i did it for the excitement
so i let you in,
waiting for you to pound like a lion
i, your weak prey
but it was fun while it lasted
you made me feel adrenaline
and when you left,
i became a little more fearless
—  opposites clash
Sometimes, you have to let people make their own mistakes. Let them take risks, so they will learn whether it will work or not. We cannot control people to what they wish to do with their life. We just have to set them free.
—  Excerpts from a story I’ll never write 

Oh my love,

I cannot promise you many things.

I cannot promise you that I will always be full of joy. I cannot promise you that I will always be secure in myself. I cannot promise you that I will always be fit and attractive and youthful. I cannot promise you that I will always be able to help you in whatever you are going through. I cannot promise you that I will always be able to talk about what is going on inside me, because sometimes there aren’t words to describe the shades of darkness that can creep into a man’s heart.

I cannot promise you many things, but this is what I can promise you-

I promise that I will always try to make you laugh, every single day. I promise that I will always try to love myself so that I can love you even more. I promise that, even when I get fat and old, my eyes will always be the same shade of green that you fell in love with when we were both young and beautiful. I promise that, no matter what you are going through, I will always be there to hold you as long as you need me to. And I promise that, no matter what is going on inside me, I will always love you. No matter how dark and damaged I become from life’s battles, I will always love you with every piece of this battered, broken heart.

—  Z.M.Letter #2 to you, wherever you are.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet