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  • #1
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “J'y gagne, dit le renard, a cause de la couleur du ble.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #2
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #3
    E.E. Cummings
    “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”
    E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

  • #4
    E.E. Cummings
    “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience, your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
    compels me with the colour of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (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)
    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
    E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems

  • #5
    Lucretius
    “The vivid force of his mind prevailed, and he fared forth far beyond the flaming ramparts of the heavens and traversed the boundless universe in thought and mind.”
    Lucretius

  • #6
    Albert Einstein
    “Nothing happens until something moves.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #7
    Mel Brooks
    “Humor is just another defense against the
    universe.”
    Mel Brooks

  • #8
    Alan W. Watts
    “You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.”
    Alan Watts

  • #9
    Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
    “How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!”
    Jean Paul

  • #10
    Steve Maraboli
    “The universe doesn't give you what you want in your mind; it gives you what you demand with your actions.”
    Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

  • #11
    Lucretius
    “Visible objects therefore do not perish utterly, since nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.”
    Lucretius

  • #12
    Kahlil Gibran
    “You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

  • #13
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #14
    Robert Frost
    “These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.”
    Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

  • #15
    Robert Frost
    “The best way out is always through.”
    Robert Frost

  • #16
    William Shakespeare
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #17
    William Shakespeare
    “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #18
    William Shakespeare
    “Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.”
    Shakespeare William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.”
    William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “If we shadows have offended,
    Think but this, and all is mended,
    That you have but slumbered here
    While these visions did appear.
    And this weak and idle theme,
    No more yielding but a dream,
    Gentles, do not reprehend:
    If you pardon, we will mend:
    And, as I am an honest Puck,
    If we have unearned luck
    Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
    We will make amends ere long;
    Else the Puck a liar call;
    So, good night unto you all.
    Give me your hands, if we be friends,
    And Robin shall restore amends.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “I defy you, stars.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #22
    E.E. Cummings
    “love is thicker than forget
    more thinner than recall
    more seldom than a wave is wet
    more frequent than to fail

    it is most mad and moonly
    and less it shall unbe
    than all the sea which only
    is deeper than the sea

    love is less always than to win
    less never than alive
    less bigger than the least begin
    less littler than forgive

    it is most sane and sunly
    and more it cannot die
    than all the sky which only
    is higher than the sky”
    E. E. Cummings
    tags: love

  • #23
    E.E. Cummings
    “We can never be born enough.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #24
    E.E. Cummings
    “i am a little church(no great cathedral)
    far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
    --i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
    i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

    my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
    my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
    (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
    whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

    around me surges a miracle of unceasing
    birth and glory and death and resurrection:
    over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
    of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

    i am a little church(far from the frantic
    world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
    --i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
    i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

    winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
    merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
    standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
    (welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #25
    E.E. Cummings
    “Such was a poet and shall be and is
    -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #26
    E.E. Cummings
    “And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #27
    E.E. Cummings
    “my mind is
    a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
    and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
    tools
    in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
    -ecute strides of cobalt
    nevertheless i
    feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
    something a little different, in fact
    myself
    hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #28
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #29
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

    Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

    It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

    Yes, that is so," said the fox.

    But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

    Yes, that is so," said the fox.

    Then it has done you no good at all!"

    It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #30
    Samuel Beckett
    “Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”
    Samuel Beckett



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