On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
