"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.594, Harvard University Press
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