Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSSweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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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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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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