For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGS
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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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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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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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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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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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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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