"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (1986). “Selected Letters”, p.39, Harvard University Press
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