Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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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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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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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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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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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.
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