The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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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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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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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We can never be born enough.
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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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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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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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