For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Water
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Laughter, Love
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Questions
At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: America
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I, too, have known autumn too long.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Nature, Autumn
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Self Confidence
It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Bravery, Courage
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
—e. e. cummings
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Beauty
kisses are a better fate han wisdom.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Kisses
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Future
Love is the whole and more than all.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Romance
Nothing recedes like progress.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Progress
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.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Remembrance
Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Property
Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Knowledge
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Self-Esteem
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Romance
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: America
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I, too, have known autumn too long.
—e. e. cummings
Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Equality
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my “poems” are competing.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Poetry
when god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Creation
though love be a day and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Carpe-diem
It takes three to make a child.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Children
Humanity I love you because when you’re hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Humankind, Humanity
A politician is an ass upon which everyone has sat except a man.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Politics, Politicians
I thank you God for this most amazing day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Blessings, Gratitude
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Weather, One liners
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven or
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
swaying over her
(silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
and the whole garden will bow).
—e. e. cummings
Topics: Heaven
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