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.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone 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. CUMMINGSTime is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSTwice I have lived forever in a smile.
E. E. CUMMINGSA pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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.
E. E. CUMMINGSEquality is what does not exist among mortals.
E. E. CUMMINGSFor whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
E. E. CUMMINGSSuppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSKisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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