Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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America 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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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