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.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo 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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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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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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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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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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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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