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. CUMMINGSBe of love a little more careful than of anything.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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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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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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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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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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