I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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