‎Emma Lazarus Quotes

Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.

pain

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of exiles.

exile

Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

America