E. E. Cummings quotes - page 5

Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous . . . And they talk of dying! The blood delicately descending and ascending: making an arm. Being an arm. The warm flesh, the dim slender flesh filled with life, slenderer than a miracle, frailer . . . These are the shoulders through which fell the world. The dangerous shoulders of Eve, in god's entire garden newly strolling. (E. E. Cummings)
milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were;and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alonefor whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
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The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
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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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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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We can never be born enough.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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great men burn bridges before they come to them. (E. E. Cummings)
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Nobody loses all the time.
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deeds cannot dream what dreams can do.
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It takes three to make a child.
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That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.
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To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.
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Nothing recedes like progress.
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Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
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At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.
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The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things. (E. E. Cummings)
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
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the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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