While going through some old letters and papers last weekend, I happened upon a slip of paper that had that sentence written on it. I don’t remember where I came across it, but I know I’d liked it well enough to try and keep it in mind. Having found it again, I looked online (oh internets!) and discovered that it comes from the following passage:
"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."
– Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Yup. It still resonates within.