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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.

E. E. Cummings

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
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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Artist Hate Love Night Trust
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Young Yourself
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Bird Head Live Song
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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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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Beautiful Question
You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Deep Love Myself Relationship Yourself
Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love One Liner
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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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Alone Deep Love One Liner Sun
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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Beautiful Earth Love Sky
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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Art Break Deep Destruction Glory Goal Light Reality Secret White
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order

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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