Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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