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. CUMMINGSIf a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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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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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. 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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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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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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