Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSRemember 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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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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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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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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We can never be born enough.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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