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. CUMMINGSI 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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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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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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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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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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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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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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