101+ Best E. E. Cummings Quotes: Exclusive Selection

Edward Estlin “E. E.” Cummings, often styled as e e cummings, as he is attributed in many of his published works, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. Profoundly inspirational E. E. Cummings quotes will get you through anything when the going gets tough and help you succeed in every aspect of life.

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Famous E. E. Cummings Quotes

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go. – E. E. Cummings

On forever’s very now we stand. – E. E. Cummings

Since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry –the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis. – E. E. Cummings

Yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds. – E. E. Cummings

Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset. – E. E. Cummings

Must’s a schoolroom in the month of may. – E. E. Cummings

Sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring. – E. E. Cummings

Love is the every only god. – E. E. Cummings

And down they forgot as up they grew. – E. E. Cummings

Certainly the most obvious example of the strictly infantile essence of America’s all-conquering mentality greets our eyes daily, anywhere and everywhere, in the guise of the tabloid newspaper. The tabloid newspaper actually means to the typical American of the era what the Bible is popularly supposed to have meant to the typical Pilgrim Father: viz. A very present help in times of trouble, plus a means of keeping out of trouble via harmless, since vicarious, indulgence in the pomps and vanities of this wicked world. – E. E. Cummings

Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else. – E. E. Cummings

The eyes of my eyes are opened. – E. E. Cummings

In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. – 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

the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry – E. E. Cummings

A pretty girl who is naked / is worth a million statues – E. E. Cummings

Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh – E. E. Cummings

Nobody loses all the time. – E. E. Cummings

It’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful. – E. E. Cummings

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. – E. E. Cummings

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility – E. E. Cummings

Time’s a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all). – E. E. Cummings

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 – E. E. Cummings

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough – E. E. Cummings

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable. – E. E. Cummings

Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds – E. E. Cummings

Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go. – E. E. Cummings

It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake. – E. E. Cummings

Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing. – E. E. Cummings

The intellectuals’ chief cause of anguish are one another’s works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. – 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

In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me – E. E. Cummings

By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison. – E. E. Cummings

Things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision – 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

Tomorrow is our permanent address. – E. E. Cummings

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive. – E. E. Cummings

Your homecoming will be my homecoming – E. E. Cummings

May came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. – E. E. Cummings

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. İ like your body. İ like what it does, i like its hows. İ like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new. – E. E. Cummings

You said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl’s breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered – E. E. Cummings

It may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands. – E. E. Cummings

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

Life, for eternal us,is now. – E. E. Cummings

God’s terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love. – E. E. Cummings

A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being – E. E. Cummings

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 – E. E. Cummings

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

One pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep. – E. E. Cummings

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility. – E. E. Cummings

Deeds cannot dream what dreams can do. – E. E. Cummings

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself. – E. E. Cummings

I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters ‘a very good God damn’; that ‘an artist, a man, a failure’ is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow. – E. E. Cummings

Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it’s there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you – E. E. Cummings

May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living – E. E. Cummings

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit. – E. E. Cummings

To be in finland/ now that russia’s here) – E. E. Cummings

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward. – E. E. Cummings

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become. – E. E. Cummings

It’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs. – E. E. Cummings

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else. – E. E. Cummings

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

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? – E. E. Cummings

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

What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way. – E. E. Cummings

I remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm) – E. E. Cummings

sweet spontaneous earth – E. E. Cummings

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

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage. – E. E. Cummings

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true. – E. E. Cummings

I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers. – E. E. Cummings

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise – E. E. Cummings

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. – E. E. Cummings

Buffalo Bill’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death – E. E. Cummings

Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself. – E. E. Cummings

If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of one poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed. – E. E. Cummings

To like an individual because he’s black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn’t white. – E. E. Cummings

Great men burn bridges before they come to them – E. E. Cummings

No evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love. – E. E. Cummings

True wars are never won. – E. E. Cummings

You and I are more than you and I because it’s we. – E. E. Cummings

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers. – E. E. Cummings

I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart. – E. E. Cummings

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance. – E. E. Cummings

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be– – E. E. Cummings

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

The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses – E. E. Cummings

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense. – E. E. Cummings

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands – E. E. Cummings

Since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid. – E. E. Cummings

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star. – E. E. Cummings

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. – E. E. Cummings

Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening – E. E. Cummings

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. – 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

Life’s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis – E. E. Cummings

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods. – E. E. Cummings

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 – E. E. Cummings

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. – E. E. Cummings

When man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because. – E. E. Cummings

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