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.
E. E. CUMMINGSYou are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Only by you my heart always moves.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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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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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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