And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. E. CUMMINGSYou have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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The 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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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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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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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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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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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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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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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