I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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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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