Kein Schiff trägt uns besser in ferne Länder, als ein Buch. - Emily Dickinson

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

"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."

"The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care"

"Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light."

"Morning without you is a dwindled dawn."