Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
E. E. CUMMINGSLaughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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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 this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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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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