For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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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 fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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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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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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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.
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