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.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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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.
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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.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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 hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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