“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.”— Virginia Woolf
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
"The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold."
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold."
Rainer Maria Rilke, “Part One IV,” from Sonnets to Orpheus (via shitiunderline)
"All I wanted was to try and realize whatever was in me. Why was that so difficult?"
Demian, Hermann Hesse (via komorebi2460)
