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.
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 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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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–
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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We can never be born enough.
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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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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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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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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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