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.
E. E. CUMMINGSIf a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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We can never be born enough.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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