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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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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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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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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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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.
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