"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2012). “Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.258, Courier Corporation
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