Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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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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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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