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’.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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 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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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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