I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSWe can never be born enough.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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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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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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