Quotes by E.E. Cummings

O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.

love being such, or such,the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is dark

for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine

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

Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, youre 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.

mr youse neednt be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the he-mans solid blissfor youse ideas ill match yousea pretty girl who naked isis worth a million statues

a pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues

to hell with literaturewe want something redblooded

may I be I is the only prayer

i thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the suns birthday; this is the birthday of life and of love and wings: and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing any---lifted from the noof all nothing---human merely beingdoubt unimaginably You?(now the ears of my ears awake andnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(whos imagined,therefore limitless)loves to giving as to keepings give;as yes is to if,love is to yes

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

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can loveand who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violetsdandelionsAnd the big bullying daisies through the field wonderfulwith eyes a little sorryAnother comes also picking flowers

I dont know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile he passed(asclose as i’m to youyes closermade of nothingexcept loneliness.

I dont like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. Its a constant battle. a war between remembering and forgetting.

As small as a world as large as alone.