Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all

Hope is the thing with feathers <br />
That perches in the soul <br />
And sings the tune without the words <br />
And never stops at all

Abraham Lincoln

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1176 what I am or what I hope to be I owe to my mother
1678 “You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.”
670 “I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”
1672 “Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.”
1659 “In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.”

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