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.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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.
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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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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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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.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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