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. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
-
-
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
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. CUMMINGS -
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 -
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
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.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
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 -
Love is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
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.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
E. E. CUMMINGS