We can never be born enough.
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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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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