We can never be born enough.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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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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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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–
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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