And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
E. E. CUMMINGSBecause you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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