The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years. Emily Dickinson differentforeveryears I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. Emily Dickinson namesgivingmen I dwell in Possibility Emily Dickinson eyedoorshands Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon. Emily Dickinson doneliteraturelittles Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! Emily Dickinson heartnightlife The Soul selects her own Society. Emily Dickinson soul I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world. Emily Dickinson too-muchmissingworld The last of Summer is Delight - Emily Dickinson enchantmentdelightsummer I have an appetite for silence. Emily Dickinson appetitesilence Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-. Emily Dickinson piercingsexpectationsletting-go Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. Emily Dickinson weddinglovelife I'll tell you how the Sun rose. Emily Dickinson sunrose Hope is a thing with feathers Emily Dickinson feathers The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS. Emily Dickinson readingwritingbook Fortune befriends the bold. Emily Dickinson confidencedeterminationcourage I felt it shelter to speak to you. Emily Dickinson smileinspirationalrelationship The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? Emily Dickinson spring-flowersflowerspring Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not. Emily Dickinson scenebridgesfaith Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it. Emily Dickinson breakinspirationallife A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die Emily Dickinson breathedies
