Progress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CUMMINGSProgress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
E. E. CUMMINGSI 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. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSBecause you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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.
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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E. E. CUMMINGSTomorrow is our permanent address.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo destroy is always the first step in any creation.
E. E. CUMMINGSListen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSI imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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