Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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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 voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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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.
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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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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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