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.
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.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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