Ina Capulong

“The arrogance of wanting to be loved had emerged only now it was unreciprocated—I was left alone with my desire, defenseless, beyond the law, shockingly crude in my demands: Love me! And for what reason? I had only the usual paltry, insufficient excuse: Because I love you . .”
― Alain de Botton, On Love

“Yes, of course we were pretentious—what else is youth for?”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

“Good point.” Bod was pleased with himself, and glad he had thought of asking the Poet for advice. Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

“You are so young, you have not even begun, and I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that is unsolved in your heart and to try to cherish the questions themselves, like closed rooms and like books written in a very strange tongue.”
― Rilke, Rainer Maria, Letters to a Young Poet