A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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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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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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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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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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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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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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