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. CUMMINGSSomeone 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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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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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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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