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  • Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Emily Dickinson Quotes , Sea Quotes , Land Quotes
  • The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Emily Dickinson Quotes , Thinking Quotes , Atheism Quotes