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e. e. cummings (Writer)

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
e. e. cummings courage
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
e. e. cummings laughter
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
e. e. cummings god
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.
e. e. cummings world
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
e. e. cummings beautiful
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
e. e. cummings man
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 isnt standing still.
e. e. cummings loss
Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
e. e. cummings knowledge
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
e. e. cummings body
Im living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
e. e. cummings art
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
e. e. cummings light
To like an individual because hes black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isnt white.
e. e. cummings
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anaïs Nin I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. George Eliot 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...
e. e. cummings love
Humanity I love you because when youre hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
e. e. cummings love
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
e. e. cummings rain
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
e. e. cummings creation
I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
e. e. cummings body
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
e. e. cummings love
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
e. e. cummings love
Listen; theres a hell of a good universe next door: lets go.
e. e. cummings universe
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
e. e. cummings living
Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
e. e. cummings mind
Who knows if the moons a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky filled with pretty people?
e. e. cummings people
To be nobody but yourself in a world thats doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.
e. e. cummings world
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying anywhere but here.
e. e. cummings travel
Well, write poetry, for Gods sake, its the only thing that matters.
e. e. cummings god
...remember one thing only: that its 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.
e. e. cummings destiny
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
e. e. cummings love
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...
e. e. cummings love
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
e. e. cummings you
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
e. e. cummings world
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. cummings you
Because you arent afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
e. e. cummings kiss
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where youre still dreaming but its slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didnt always say just wondering when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, theres a hell of a good universe next door, lets go.
e. e. cummings time
You and I are more than you and I because its we.
e. e. cummings you
great men burn bridges before they come to them
e. e. cummings men
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. As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isnt a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, were not poets.
e. e. cummings time
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
e. e. cummings prayer
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
e. e. cummings love
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
e. e. cummings mind
guilt is the cause of more marauders than historys most obscene disauders
e. e. cummings history
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
e. e. cummings reality
It takes three to make a child.
e. e. cummings child
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
e. e. cummings art
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.
e. e. cummings home
Yours is the light by which my spirits born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
e. e. cummings light
twice I have lived forever in a smile
e. e. cummings live
The snow doesnt give a soft white damn whom it touches.
e. e. cummings snow
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, youre a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, youre nobody-but-yourself.
e. e. cummings people
my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
e. e. cummings hope
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
e. e. cummings wisdom
And now you are and I am and were a mystery which will never happen again.
e. e. cummings mystery
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
e. e. cummings travel
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
e. e. cummings
love is the every only god
e. e. cummings love
Love is the whole and more than all.
e. e. cummings love
We can never be born enough.
e. e. cummings
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
e. e. cummings eyes
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
e. e. cummings living
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
e. e. cummings love
Only by you my heart always moves.
e. e. cummings art
and its you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
e. e. cummings hate
a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being
e. e. cummings men
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
e. e. cummings trust
i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the suns birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
e. e. cummings love
lifes not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis
e. e. cummings life
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girls breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered
e. e. cummings light
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.
e. e. cummings light
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
e. e. cummings world
A pretty girl who is naked / is worth a million statues
e. e. cummings girl
There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one.
e. e. cummings music
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
e. e. cummings live
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
e. e. cummings stars
notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening
e. e. cummings moon
Ones not half of two; two are halves of one.
e. e. cummings
let it go -- the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise -- let it go it was sworn to go let them go -- the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers -- you must let them go they were born to go let all go -- the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things -- let all go dear so comes love
e. e. cummings love
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
e. e. cummings dreams
I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters a very good God damn; that an artist, a man, a failure is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.
e. e. cummings love
It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.
e. e. cummings people
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
e. e. cummings men
Unbeing dead isnt being alive.
e. e. cummings live
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e. e. cummings body
There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them. Things of this sort - things which are always inside of us and in fact are us and which consequently will not be pushed off or away where we can begin thinking about them - are no longer things; they, and the us which they are, equals A Verb; an IS.
e. e. cummings thinking
The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.
e. e. cummings art
Id rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
e. e. cummings friends
Such was a poet and shall be and is -wholl solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeams architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountains heartbeat in his hand.
e. e. cummings life
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
e. e. cummings
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
e. e. cummings art
his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine
e. e. cummings art
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), Its always our self we find in the sea.
e. e. cummings self
As small as a world as large as alone.
e. e. cummings world
most people are perfectly afraid of silence
e. e. cummings people
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
e. e. cummings love
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
e. e. cummings man
Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
e. e. cummings people
You shall above all things be glad and young...
e. e. cummings you
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
e. e. cummings you
Nobody loses all the time.
e. e. cummings time
Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)
e. e. cummings dream
unloves the heavenless hell and the homeless home
e. e. cummings love

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