Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
E. E. CUMMINGSOne’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
E. E. CUMMINGSAn intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
E. E. CUMMINGSSweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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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.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere 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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CUMMINGSA pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
E. E. CUMMINGSOnly by you my heart always moves.
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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
E. E. CUMMINGSIf a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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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.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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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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.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay 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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As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
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