Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
By: Emily Dickinson
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
They might not need me; but they might. Ill let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
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