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.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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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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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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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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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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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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