Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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The 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.
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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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