May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSUnless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
E. E. CUMMINGSAn intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
E. E. CUMMINGSI imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
E. E. CUMMINGSExisting’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
E. E. CUMMINGSOnly by you my heart always moves.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
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