A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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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.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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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.
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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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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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