The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
E. E. CUMMINGS- Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
E. E. CUMMINGSEquality is what does not exist among mortals.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
E. E. CUMMINGSGreat men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
E. E. CUMMINGSExisting’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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. 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.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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Someone 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. 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.
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