Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
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| — | Emily Dickinson (via kari-shma) |
I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
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| — | L.M. Montgomery (via julie911) |
