Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Nobody loses all the time.
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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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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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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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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Somewhere 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.
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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