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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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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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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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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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