A review by abitliterate
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

5.0

Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person... it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person...

i bought this book at savers and saw it had a note in it that read: "This book helped me find my passion in life; it hope it helps you find yours, too."

i read it very quickly but hope to savor it for a long time :)) i feel like it found me at the right moment. would be worth giving a try for anyone, i think!

... this more human love (which will fulfill itself with infinite consideration and gentleness, and kindness and clarity in binding and releasing) will resemble what we are now preparing painfully and with great struggle: the love that consists in this: that two solitudes protect and border and greet each other.

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.