Uma palavra morre Quando falada Alguém dizia. Eu digo que ela nasce Exatamente Nesse dia.

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

My friends are my estate.

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

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?

I am out with lanterns looking for myself.

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

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.