Lovers alone wear sunlight.
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds
As small as a world as large as alone.
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
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
Life ,for eternal us,is now
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's 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 didn't 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, there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go.
it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
most people are perfectly afraid of silence
life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis
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.
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
Progress is a comfortable disease.
Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
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)
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
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'.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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