“You know that book of poems I’m always carrying around? [...] In one of her poems, she calls hope the ‘thing with feathers,’ and I always think about that…. Maybe when we hope for something, the hope flies off to find whatever it is we’re thinking about…and then it brings it back to us. And when there’s nothing else we can do, at least we can hope.” PoetryHopePoemWingsFlyingFlightFeathersHopingEmily DickinsonHope Is The Thing With Feathers Book:Aru Shah and the City of Gold Source: Aru Shah and the City of Gold
“Hope is the thing with feathers. 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.” Hope Is The Thing With Feathers Author:Emily Dickinson