The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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