As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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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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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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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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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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