Thursday, February 25, 2010

 

Sometimes the seemingly small things in life can brighten the entire world.

"Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune--without the words,
and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
~Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

  1. Girl, you GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

    *does a little happy dance*

    I love how our freaky little minds connect long after the phone call ends. I can believe that Des sang this for you, last night, too...

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