To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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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.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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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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