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.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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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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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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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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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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