e. e. cummings Quotes - Page 2

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

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

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.

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

there's time for laughing and there's time for crying— for hoping for despair for peace for longing —a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing but more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

twice I have lived forever in a smile

most people are perfectly afraid of silence

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.

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

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.

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.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Love is the whole and more than all.

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

We can never be born enough.

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

Only by you my heart always moves.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.