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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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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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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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