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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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 will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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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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The 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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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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