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

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

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

Appreciate the members of your family for who they are, even though their outlook or style may be miles different from yours. Rabbits don’t fly. Eagles don’t swim. Ducks look funny trying to climb. Squirrels don’t have feathers. Stop comparing. There’s plenty of room in the forest.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.