I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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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The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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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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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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