E.E. Cummings Quotes
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart).
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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.
I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before…to test your limits…to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes.
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars not to dance.
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
E.E. Cummings Quotes part 2
One’s not half of two; two are halves of one.
Enjoying success requires the ability to adapt. Only by being open to change will you have a true opportunity to get the most from your talent.
Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
I am a little church (no great cathedral)
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.
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.
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.
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…
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Stay, my sleeping baby, stay. …we are all, like you, persistent.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
It’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusone. You see, they worry themselves skinny about money and jobs and cranky bosses and wives and bills and sickness and hating each other and the police and earthquakes and bombs and unhappy love, etc.
Like the undertaker on the fourth of July
. . . tomorrow loops and loops and is this fool, beggar, liar?
Life’s not a paragraph. And death i think is no parenthesis.
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you.
The ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
It’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusone. You see, they worry themselves skinny about money and jobs and cranky bosses and wives and bills and sickness and hating each other and the police and earthquakes and bombs and unhappy love, etc.
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
It’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusone.
Humanity I love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it’s there and sitting down
For my part I’d rather have half the joy half the sorrow half the loneliness half the outrage half the uprootedness half the suicidal hopelessness and half the mutilated rage to live than merely in-all-things but the perspiring misery of having a body
nOthing can happen more beautiful than death
And all the streets looked just the same
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…
And my darkest nights are filled with a fragile light, a light that shines from deep within and whispers, ‘Keep trying, keep striving, never give up.’
For my part I’d rather have half the joy, half the sorrow, half the loneliness, half the outrage, half the uprootedness, half the suicidal hopelessness and half the mutilated rage to live, than merely in-all-things to merely in-all-things but the perspiring misery of having a body
In a world of noise, confusion and conflict, it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea.
He got this one right away!
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening hour, pipe against pipe, when the singers cannot see one another’s faces – thus a lark may attain song– /personality, the soul of expression. In the dark / the imagination looks only for light.