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.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou shall above all things be glad and young.
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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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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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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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