Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Forever is composed of nows.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
The brain is wider than the sky.
Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
I’m nobody, who are you?
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Fortune befriends the bold.
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.