Progress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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To 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.
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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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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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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.
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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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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.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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