I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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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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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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