E. E. Cummings on bird
E. E. Cummings134 quotes“I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.”
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings 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.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Tomorrow is our permanent address.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Progress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings 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.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings
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With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.
Geoffrey ChaucerGeoffrey Chaucer With empty hands men may no hauks lure.
Geoffrey ChaucerGeoffrey Chaucer The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Steven WrightSteven Wright You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist – all he must learn are the two words “supply” and “demand.”
Thomas CarlyleThomas Carlyle If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
Sitting BullSitting Bull A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPercy Bysshe Shelley 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.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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