To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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