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. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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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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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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