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–
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone 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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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.
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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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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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