And 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.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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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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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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