The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSTwice I have lived forever in a smile.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSUnless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
E. E. CUMMINGSI 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
E. E. CUMMINGSWell, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
E. E. CUMMINGSBe of love a little more careful than of anything.
E. E. CUMMINGSAlways the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E. E. CUMMINGS