To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--
Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stops at all.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality.
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.
Hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words - and never stops at all.
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
A friend is the person who can always see the truth and pain in you, even when you're fooling everyone else.