black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

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. Cummings

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)
E. E. CUMMINGS

Deep Growth Hope Life Love Mindset Myself Relationship Secret Sky Soul Tree
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.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
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. CUMMINGS

Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Heart Live Myself Open Secret
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Be Yourself Challenge Hard World Yourself
A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Creation Existence Experience Movement Poet Possible
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Art Break Deep Destruction Glory Goal Light Reality Secret White
Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Carry Flower Head Life Man Old
Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Laughter Open Yourself
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Afraid People Silence
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.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Believe Feeling Moments People Thinking Yourself
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Fire Heart Love Sea Stars Trust Walk Yourself
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Love Moon Relationship Stars Sun Yourself
We can never be born enough.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Born Enough One Liner Satisfaction
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Afraid People Silence
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Existence Feeling Magic

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.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

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.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More E. E. Cummings Quotes