May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSTrust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
E. E. CUMMINGSWe 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSTwice I have lived forever in a smile.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGS