Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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The 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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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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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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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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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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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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