letters to a young poets quotes

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
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.
From time to time, I want to pick up the phone and dial up your number. I stare at your name for a few minutes, but then put down the phone. I would think to myself, what would I say to you? After all of these months we haven’t spoken. I want to tell you everything, yet nothing at all. Doubt that you care, but it’s weird to think that you once cared.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
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?

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
I want to ask you, as clearly as I can, to bear with patience all that is unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves, as if they were rooms yet to enter or books written in a foreign language. Don’t dig for answers that can’t be given you yet: you cannot live them now. For everything must be lived. Live the questions now, perhaps then, someday, you will gradually, without noticing, live into the answer.
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
first kiss

you said,
“I love
the way the city lights
reflect
on your face”

and I tell you,
“I have loved
a thousand times
but often
only for five seconds”

to which you respond,
“I have fallen
in love with you
for five seconds
more than once”

I stubbornly claim,
“love is stupid”

you grin,
“stupid is fun”

and you kiss me

“life is messy”

and we kiss
and laugh
and talk

“life is so messy, but it’s wonderful”

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves—like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. 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