quotes by E.E. Cummings

" i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) "
— E.E. Cummings

"unbeing dead isn't being alive."
— E.E. Cummings

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."
— E.E. Cummings

"The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful."
— E.E. Cummings

"anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

"
— E.E. Cummings (Selected Poems)

"I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart."
— E.E. Cummings

"Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question."
— E.E. Cummings

"It takes great courage to grow up and become who you really are."
— E.E. Cummings

"the earth laughs in flowers."
— 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

"may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone."
— E.E. Cummings

"By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison."
— E.E. Cummings (The Enormous Room)

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."
— E.E. Cummings

"Lovers alone wear sunlight."
— E.E. Cummings

""The most wasted of days is one without laughter."
"
— E.E. Cummings

"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'."
— E.E. Cummings

"To be nobody but yourself in a world doing its best to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human can ever fight and never stop fighting."
— E.E. Cummings

"it takes courage to grow up & become who you really are."
— E.E. Cummings

"a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long."
— E.E. Cummings

"my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcetera, my

mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)"
— E.E. Cummings