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E. E. Cummings Quote - Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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Address Ourselves
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
We can never be born enough.
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Born Enough One Liner Satisfaction
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Choice Friendship Goodness Myself Worth
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
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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Fight Hard Live Man Try World Yourself
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Philosophy Possible Reality Wisdom Yourself
Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love One Liner
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Choice Friendship Goodness Myself Worth
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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Alive Destiny Determination Inspirational Motivational Remember Yourself
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Alone Deep Love One Liner Sun
Progress is a comfortable disease.
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Comfortable One Liner Progress Sick
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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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
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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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Believe Feeling Moments People Thinking Yourself
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Alive Darkness Eyes Myself Sun

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