Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Lovers 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.
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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.
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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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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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