For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGSFor whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
E. E. CUMMINGSNobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSWe do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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. CUMMINGSBe of love a little more careful than of anything.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe 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–
E. E. CUMMINGSProgress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou 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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