The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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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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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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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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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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