redmockingbird:
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
redmockingbird:
Hope is a thing with feathers..
redmockingbird:
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
redmockingbird:
'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.
redmockingbird:
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else
redmockingbird:
Where thou art, that is home.
redmockingbird:
I dwell in possibility...
redmockingbird:
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
redmockingbird:
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
redmockingbird:
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet
redmockingbird:
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
redmockingbird:
The brain is wider than the sky.
redmockingbird:
For love is immortality.
redmockingbird:
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
redmockingbird:
We meet no stranger, but ourself..
redmockingbird:
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
redmockingbird:
Beauty is not caused. It is.
redmockingbird:
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