May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo 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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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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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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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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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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