“I dwell in possibility.”

Poet · 1830 – 1886

American poet whose nearly 1,800 poems, mostly unpublished in her lifetime, made her a central figure of American literature.

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I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Forever is composed of nows.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops at all.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

In the end we retain from our studies only that which we practically apply.

Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.