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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.
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Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
What we have forgotten is that thoughts and words are conventions, and that it is fatal to take conventions too seriously.
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