The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. – Emily Dickinson

The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough. – Emily Dickinson