To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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We can never be born enough.
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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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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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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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