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.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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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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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