Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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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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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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 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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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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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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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