Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
SHEL SILVERSTEINOnce there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
More Shel Silverstein Quotes
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I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.
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Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.
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Many leaves one tree.
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Anything is possible. Anything can be.
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How much good inside a day? Depends on how good you live ’em. How much love inside a friend? Depends on how much you give ’em.
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Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.
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I can be somebody’s and still be my own.
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I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.
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The baby bat Screamed out in fright, turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.
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He wasted his wishes on wishing.
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This boat that we just built is just fine – and don’t try to tell us it’s not the sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.
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If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.
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If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.
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And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.
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Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
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Are wild strawberries really wild?
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends.
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Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.
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And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.
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Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
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If you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.
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When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
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And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
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And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?
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And the tree was happy.
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Everything isn’t everything.
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