Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Nobody loses all the time.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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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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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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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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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’.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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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