One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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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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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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 eyes of my eyes are opened.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Nobody loses all the time.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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