I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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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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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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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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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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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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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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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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