29 E. E. Cummings Quotes on Life

E. E. Cummings quotes on life

3. it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

4. So, ungentle reader, (as you and I value what we should ashamed-after witnessing a few minor circus-marvels-to call our 'lives,') let us never be fooled into taking seriously that perfectly superficial distinction which is vulgarly drawn between the circus-show and 'art' or 'the arts.' Let us not forget that every authentic 'work of art' is in and of itself alive and that, however 'the arts' may differ among themselves, their common function is the expression of that supreme alive-ness which is known as 'beauty.' This being so, our three ring circus is art-for to contend that the spectacle in question is not an authentic manifestation of 'beauty' is as childish, as to dismiss the circus on the ground that it is 'childish,' is idiotic.

8. Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable. In so far as every child and woman and man may be immeasurable, art is the mystery of every man and woman and child. In so far as a human being is an artist, skies and mountains and oceans and thunderbolts and butterflies are immeasurable; and art is every mystery of nature. Nothing measurable can be alive; nothing which is not alive can be art; nothing which cannot be art is true: and everything untrue doesn't matter a very good God damn...

9. Why do you paint? For exactly the same reason I breathe. That's not an answer. There isn't any answer. How long hasn't there been any answer? As long as I can remember. And how long have you written? As long as I can remember. I mean poetry. So do I.

11. There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them. Things of this sort- things which are always inside of us and in fact are us and which consequently will not be pushed off or away where we can begin thinking about them- are no longer things; they, and the us which they are, equals A Verb; an IS.

14. life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

15. Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous . . . And they talk of dying! The blood delicately descending and ascending: making an arm. Being an arm. The warm flesh, the dim slender flesh filled with life, slenderer than a miracle, frailer . . . These are the shoulders through which fell the world. The dangerous shoulders of Eve, in god's entire garden newly strolling.

20. my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height

28. what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of it's grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

33. true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who;

34. yes is a pleasant country: love is a deeper season than reason

36. nothing except the impossible shall occur

44. i thank You God for most this 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

45. i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth

49. completely dare be beautiful

50. more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before- and shining this our now must come to then

57. no evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love -human one mortally immortal i can turn immense all time's because to why

60. Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all)

61. a million thousand hundred nothings seem -we are himself's own self;his very him

63. dreamtree,truthtree tree of jubilee:with aeons of (trivial merely)existence,all when may not measure a now of your treasure

70. it's love by whom (my beautiful friend) the gift to live is without until: :love was and shall be this only truth (a dream of a deed, born not to die)

75. the cunning the craven : they live for until though the sun in his heaven says Now

77. without any doubt he was whatever(first and last) most people fear most: a mystery for which iv'e no word except alive

80. unbeingdead isn't beingalive

84. the axis of the universe -love

87. my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world -unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die. Does this sound dismal? It isn't. It's the most wonderful life on earth. Or so I feel.

88. The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

95. It takes three to make a child.

98. It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.