Quotes from E.E. Cummings

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

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.

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

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

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'.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

One's not half of two; two are halves of one.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

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

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

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.

Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.

may I be I is the only prayer

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis