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“Live in these books for a while, learn from them what seems to be worth learning, but above all love them. This love will be repaid you thousands and thousands of times, and however your life may turn out - this love, I am sure of it, will run through the weave of your becoming as one of the most important threads of all among the other threads of your experiences, disappointments and joys."

If these letters are of any indication of Rainer Maria Rilke's poetic writing style... I need to read his poetry now. Wow. These letters were simplistic but so ethereal.

Through these letters, I both fell in love with Rilke himself and with the life of solitude, passion, and patience he advises.
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"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."
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Oft-recommended series of 10 letters.  Although you can find much of this creative and life advice scattered throughout the self-help world, Rilke communicates big ideas with few words.  This early 1900s classic strikes such a modern tone and keeps its classic appeal through Rilke's uniquely earnest, thoughtful, and gentle words, with a few vulnerable moments sharing his own personal struggles with loneliness, self-doubt, sadness and the like.

Life changing

I hope it goes without saying that this probably would have read differently when I was the age of the young poet addressed here. Instead, I'd more than a decade older than Rilke writing these letters (though, I'll admit, much less visionary than him). The first letter is incredible, and the others are varying degrees of pomp... I like what he says about making your fate, about how God comes out of us, etc. I trust that he's write about the virtues of solitude. But it is a bit much of a muchness.

ps: Is there a consensus about what the young poet is confessing toward the last couple letters, what has happened that shakes him so deeply?