“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson
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There is a light in the dark and I feel its warmth In my hands, in my heart, why can’t I hold on? – WAVES – Dean Lewis
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I would rather sit beside the bird and enjoy watching it fly than hope to grow wings and dream of flying!! – House, MD
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You can break my wings feather by feather. Every feather that falls would still fly high. – Dhivyadharshini Gajendran
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Stillness. Quiet. Solitude. Fresh air. Finding my rest.
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Babies – Emotionally unstable pint-sized dictator with the uncanny ability to know exactly how far to push you towards utter insanity before reverting to a loveable creature.
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“I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.” — Rumi
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“Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals & moments, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.”
— U.G. Krishnamurti
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