E.E. Cummings Quotes

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

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.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

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.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

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

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

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.

...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.

To me success would be to be able to do your very best in everything you do.

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.

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.

Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.

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).

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.

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

My definition of love is: Being willing to die for someone, that you yourself want to kill.

it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

Americans of our own time - minority and majority Americans alike - need the continued guidance that the Voting Rights Act provides. We have come a long way, but more needs to be done.

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

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

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

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

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

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.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

I always look on the bright side of everything. If you keep aiming for some goal, you usually get there if you don't give up.

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

twice I have lived forever in a smile

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

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

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

Only by you my heart always moves.

great men burn bridges before they come to them

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

Many of these Americans who are struggling to survive are Americans of color, .. Their cries for assistance confront America with a test of our moral compass as a nation.

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

In hindsight everything is much clearer.