Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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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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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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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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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.
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We 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.
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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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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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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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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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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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