Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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