Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Emily Dickinson good-morning cute love There is no frigate like a book Emily Dickinson book We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-. Emily Dickinson fate doors death Till I loved I never lived. Emily Dickinson romance love romantic So instead of getting to Heaven, at last - I’m going, all along. Emily Dickinson preaching lasts heaven I dwell in possibilities . Emily Dickinson possibility healing They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. Emily Dickinson spiritual god memorable Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain -- Emily Dickinson majority eye insanity It is better to be the hammer than the anvil. Emily Dickinson anvils hammers I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size. Emily Dickinson grief eye grieving I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense. Emily Dickinson common-sense words-of-wisdom profound If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Emily Dickinson poetry taken writing Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Emily Dickinson failure motivational inspirational Elysium is as far as to Emily Dickinson elysium happiness friendship I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious Emily Dickinson reverie has-beens sweet Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown. Emily Dickinson cups friendship thinking We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally— Emily Dickinson crush flower moving We meet no Stranger, but Ourself. Emily Dickinson karma stranger The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy. Emily Dickinson spring animal food How lucious lies the pea within the pod. Emily Dickinson peas lying
