E. E. Cummings on fingers
E. E. Cummings134 quotes“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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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings
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Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
Khaled HosseiniKhaled Hosseini Jesus humbled himself. He went from commanding angels to sleeping in the straw. From holding stars to clutching Mary’s finger. The palm that held the universe took the nail of a soldier. Why? Because that’s what love does. It puts the beloved before itself.
Max LucadoMax Lucado The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Omar KhayyamOmar Khayyam The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
Omar KhayyamOmar Khayyam God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
Alfred Lord TennysonAlfred Lord Tennyson Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.
Alexander PopeAlexander Pope The book of nature which we have to read is written by the finger of God.
Michael FaradayMichael Faraday I’ve had a fan who made a painting of my face with her fingers. I have put it up in my room. It was sweet and very different.
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