The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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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.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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I 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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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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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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