You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSI 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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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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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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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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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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