1.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
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The world is sumptuously enchanting.
2.
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.
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Struggle against the odds to remain true to one's identity in a world that relentlessly attempts to conform you.
3.
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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You are my source of illumination, the spark that ignites my soul: - you are my brilliant beacon, my luminary, and all that illuminates me.
4.
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.
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Affection is the sound beneath all quietude, the expectation which has no antithesis in dread; the might so vigorous brute force is frailty: the veracity more primary than daylight, more enduring than celestial body.
5.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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It takes bravery to mature and become your true self.
6.
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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7.
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.
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8.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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9.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
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10.
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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11.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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12.
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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13.
...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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14.
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.
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15.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.
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16.
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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17.
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.
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18.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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19.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't 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.
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20.
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset
(and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
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21.
You and I are more than you and I because it's we.
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22.
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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23.
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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24.
it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
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25.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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26.
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and 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 come home with a smooth rounded stone as small as a world and as big as alone. for whatever we loose (like a you or a me) it is always ourselves we find in the sea.
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27.
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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28.
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
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29.
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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30.
in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me
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31.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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32.
I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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33.
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
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34.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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35.
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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36.
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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37.
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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38.
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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39.
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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40.
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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41.
Spring slattern of seasons
you have soggy legs
and a muddy petticoat
drowsy
is your hair your
eyes are sticky with
dream and you have a sloppy body from
being brought to bed of crocuses
when you sing in your whisky voice
the grass rises on the head of the earth
and all the trees are put on edge
spring
of the excellent jostle of
thy hips
and the superior
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42.
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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43.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
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44.
twice I have lived forever in a smile
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45.
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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46.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
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47.
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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48.
Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by "living"? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives.
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49.
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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50.
great men burn bridges before they come to them
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