If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
E. E. CUMMINGSI love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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