Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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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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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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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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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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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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