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  • #1
    Albert Camus
    “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus

  • #2
    E.E. Cummings
    “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.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #3
    E.E. Cummings
    “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
    It's always our self we find in the sea.”
    e.e. cummings, 100 Selected Poems

  • #4
    E.E. Cummings
    “The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #5
    E.E. Cummings
    “most people are perfectly afraid of silence”
    e.e cummings

  • #6
    E.E. Cummings
    “XVII

    Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
    Touch you and touch and touch
    until you give
    me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

    (lady i will
    touch you with my mind.)Touch
    you,that is all,

    lightly and you utterly will become
    with infinite care

    the poem which i do not write.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #7
    E.E. Cummings
    “And the coolness of your smile is
    stirringofbirds between my arms”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #8
    E.E. Cummings
    “twice I have lived forever in a smile”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #9
    E.E. Cummings
    “maggie and milly and molly and may"

    maggie and milly and molly and may
    went down to the beach(to play one day)

    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

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

    For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
    E. E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

  • #10
    E.E. Cummings
    “nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
    e.e. cummings

  • #11
    E.E. Cummings
    “the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
    Mind looked long at the sticky moon
    opening in dusk her new wings

    then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.

    The last thing he saw was you
    naked amid unnaked things...”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #12
    E.E. Cummings
    “may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living”
    e.e. cummings, Him: A Play

  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “i will wade out
    till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
    I will take the sun in my mouth
    and leap into the ripe air
    Alive
    with closed eyes
    to dash against darkness
    in the sleeping curves of my body”
    e.e. cummings

  • #14
    E.E. Cummings
    “i have found what you are like
    the rain

    (Who feathers frightened fields
    with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

    easily the pale club of the wind
    and swirled justly souls of flower strike

    the air in utterable coolness

    deeds of gren thrilling light
    with thinned
    newfragile yellows

    lurch and.press
    --in the woods
    which
    stutter
    and
    sing
    And the coolness of your smile is
    stirringofbirds between my arms;but
    i should rather than anything
    have(almost when hugeness will shut
    quietly)almost,
    your kiss”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.”
    Murakami, Haruki

  • #17
    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #19
    Neil Gaiman
    “May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #20
    Albert Camus
    “Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été.”
    Albert Camus

  • #21
    John Burnside
    “and because what we learn in the dark
    remains all our lives,
    a noise like the sea, displacing the day's
    pale knowledge,

    you'll come to yourself
    in a glimmer of rainfall or frost,
    the burnt smell of autumn,
    a meeting of parallel lines,

    and know you were someone else
    for the longest time,
    pretending you knew where you were, like a diffident tourist,
    lost on the one main square, and afraid to enquire.”
    John Burnside, Selected Poems

  • #22
    Christopher Isherwood
    “Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them!”
    Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man

  • #23
    Christopher Isherwood
    “But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until — later of sooner — perhaps — no, not perhaps — quite certainly: it will come.”
    Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man

  • #24
    Christopher Isherwood
    “Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home.”
    Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man

  • #25
    Christopher Isherwood
    “I am a camera, with its shutter open. Someday, all of this will be developed, printed, fixed.”
    Christopher Isherwood

  • #26
    James Joyce
    “Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #27
    James Joyce
    “If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.’ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #28
    James Joyce
    “In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #29
    E.E. Cummings
    “who knows if the moon's
    a balloon,coming out of a keen city
    in the sky--filled with pretty people?
    ( and if you and I should

    get into it,if they
    should take me and take you into their balloon,
    why then
    we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

    than houses and steeples and clouds:
    go sailing
    away and away sailing into a keen
    city which nobody's ever visited,where

    always
    it's
    Spring)and everyone's
    in love and flowers pick themselves”
    e.e. cummings, Collected Poems

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I fancied you'd return the way you said,
    But I grow old and I forget your name.

    --From the poem "Mad Girl's Love Song”
    Sylvia Plath



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