"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live?"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.209, Harvard University Press
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