Sunday Quotes: Love the Questions

In lieu of Wednesday’s post, I would like to share a quote that I’d intended to squeeze into the sermon before cutting it out at the last minute; I hope you can see it’s applicability. Also, in case you’re curious, this quotation is the source for part of my blog’s subtitle. Like so many others, it sums up much of what I wish I could express from the brief but blessed life I’ve lived thus far.  Anyways, here you are…Happy Sabbath everyone!

“You are so young; you stand before beginnings. 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 language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. And the point is to live everything, live the questions now.”

– Rainer Rilke; Letters to a Young Poet (#4)

 

 

 

Sunday Quotes: Marilynne Robinson

In the spirit of Sabbath, rest, God and all things wonderful, I want to take a moment each week to share a quote from literature, music, speeches, Tweets, etc etc that have been of some inspiration to me over the previous six days. My hope and prayer is that these are of some value to all of you, though if they are not …then, well, I tried.

Happy Sunday everyone!

“I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close it’s eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can’t believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity, this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don’t imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.”

-Marilynne Robinson; Gilead