We can never be born enough.
E. E. CUMMINGSWell, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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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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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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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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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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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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