An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

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

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.