Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson How lucious lies the pea within the pod. Emily Dickinson peas lying The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest. Emily Dickinson jest dare knows They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings. Emily Dickinson home heart thinking Opinion is a flitting thing Emily Dickinson opinion truth sun Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul Emily Dickinson teeth soul suffering Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. Emily Dickinson confusing scary parent After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. Emily Dickinson pain literature feelings The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed. Emily Dickinson pagan atheism natural One step at a time is all it takes to get you there. Emily Dickinson one-step-at-a-time steps The Soul should always stand ajar. Emily Dickinson ecstatic-love experience soul The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity Emily Dickinson grief heart morning I must go in, the fog is rising. Emily Dickinson halloween fog rising Surgeons must be very careful Emily Dickinson doctors life science The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-. Emily Dickinson wide paradise hands People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles. Emily Dickinson women hard-times happiness One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Emily Dickinson halloween house brain You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself. Emily Dickinson canine hills dog To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson tragedy literature bees I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf Emily Dickinson shelves would-be life Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. Emily Dickinson toil gambling good-luck
