Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
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.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSOnly by you my heart always moves.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSOnce we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
E. E. CUMMINGSA pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CUMMINGSFor whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGSUnbeing dead isn’t being alive.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
E. E. CUMMINGSSuppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGSTrust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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