The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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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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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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