My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them! Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson How lucious lies the pea within the pod. Emily Dickinson peaslying The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest. Emily Dickinson jestdareknows They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings. Emily Dickinson homeheartthinking Opinion is a flitting thing Emily Dickinson opiniontruthsun Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul Emily Dickinson teethsoulsuffering Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. Emily Dickinson confusingscaryparent After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. Emily Dickinson painliteraturefeelings The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed. Emily Dickinson paganatheismnatural One step at a time is all it takes to get you there. Emily Dickinson one-step-at-a-timesteps The Soul should always stand ajar. Emily Dickinson ecstatic-loveexperiencesoul 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 griefheartmorning I must go in, the fog is rising. Emily Dickinson halloweenfogrising Surgeons must be very careful Emily Dickinson doctorslifescience The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-. Emily Dickinson wideparadisehands People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles. Emily Dickinson womenhard-timeshappiness One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Emily Dickinson halloweenhousebrain You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself. Emily Dickinson caninehillsdog 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 tragedyliteraturebees I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf Emily Dickinson shelveswould-belife Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. Emily Dickinson toilgamblinggood-luck
