Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Nuggets of Wisdom

Because I could not stop for Death --He kindly stopped for me . ~Emily Dickinson~


jane_austen said...

Wow, I love Emily Dickinson. Pix, you totally rock!

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

PixieGaf said...

I love her!