Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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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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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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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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