I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGS
E. E. CUMMINGS
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E. E. Cummings134 quotes“I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.”
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E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings 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.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings 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. CummingsE. E. Cummings Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Nobody loses all the time.
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