Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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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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To 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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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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