May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
E. E. CUMMINGSFor whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGSKisses are a better fate than wisdom.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSA pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSTrust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSGreat men burn bridges before they come to them.
E. E. CUMMINGSAn intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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