I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson My friends are my estate. Emily Dickinson familylovefriendship If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Emily Dickinson reading-poetryfirebook Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. Emily Dickinson sympathylovedeath The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Emily Dickinson majoritysouldoors This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me Emily Dickinson majestycompassionworld [A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. Emily Dickinson mother-daughtermothers-daymom A wounded deer leaps the highest. Emily Dickinson adversitynaturewriting There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else. Emily Dickinson one-thinggratefulself That love is all there is, Is all we know of love. Emily Dickinson readingloverelationship I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson junenameslife I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given. Emily Dickinson faithseaheaven To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, - Emily Dickinson pollinationcloversbees After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go — Emily Dickinson painletting-goheart We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble. Emily Dickinson nimblehoursbelieve Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. Emily Dickinson old-ageagingage You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. Emily Dickinson painseatime For love is immortality. Emily Dickinson romanceloveromantic A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Emily Dickinson kingsspringinsanity To be alive──is Power. Emily Dickinson alive Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent. Emily Dickinson meritpunishmentliterature
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