Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - . 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
