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.
E. E. CUMMINGSListen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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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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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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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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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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