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. CUMMINGSWe can never be born enough.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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We can never be born enough.
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