“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” - Jack Kerouac

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Rainer Maria Rilke

"I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign langugae. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them...At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, even without noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."

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