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.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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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 now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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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