I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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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 snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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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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