The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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We can never be born enough.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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 Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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