Emily Dickinson — "Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune …"
Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
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"A solemn thing – it was – I said – A Woman – white – to be – And wear – if God should count me fit – Her last – Eternity –"
"The Heart asks Pleasure – first – And then – Excuse from Pain – And then – those little Anodynes That deaden suffering –"
"I fear a Pioneer – Himself – The Vanishing Frontier – The Wilderness – in him – No less – than in the Land –"
"The only way to know if you can trust somebody is to trust them."
"Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped for me."
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