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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

Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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Enough Life Sky Time Tree Yourself
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
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
Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Goodness Let Go Listening Universe
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
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 most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Day Laughter Oneself Wasted Time
You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Young Yourself
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Born Deep People Philosophy Thinking
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Bird Heart Live Man Old Secret Sing
Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Carry Flower Head Life Man Old
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
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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Beautiful Question
The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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Born Freedom Perfection Present Theory Truth
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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Health Money Place Poor Rich Sad Sick Travel
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching

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