"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.288, Biblo & Tannen Publishers
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