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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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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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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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