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There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.


Emily Dickinson

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HAROLD BLOOM She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and ...
JEFFREY EUGENIDES I guess I'm not like Emily Dickinson who keeps things wrapped up in a ribbon in their top drawer.
JEFF BRIDGES Poetry. I read Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Jane Hirschfield. I like to read Billy Collins out...
AMY TAN I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.
JOHN GREEN Some readers may be disturbed that I wrote 'The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson' in Emily'...
JEROME CHARYN The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will c...
EMILY DICKINSON open me carefully
EMILY DICKINSON When you come home, darling, I shant have your letters, but I shall have yourself, which is more-- o...
EMILY DICKINSON I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day ...
EMILY DICKINSON The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he sha...
FRANCINE RIVERS If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.
FRANCINE RIVERS The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he sha...
FRANCINE RIVERS I was not really aware of the dystopian genre before I read 'The Handmaid's Tale.' Many ...
SAMANTHA SHANNON A people without a history is like the wind over buffalo grass.
AMERICAN INDIAN PROVERB A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.
SIOUX SAYING Oh phosphorescence. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to... To find that phosphorescence, that l...
WILLIAM LUCE She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple ward...
EMILY DICKINSON How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has tu...
WOODY ALLEN I have so many favorite writers, it's very hard to select a few... of classic writers, I have al...
JOYCE CAROL OATES It is a lie.
ARTHUR MILLER Any conversation including the mention of Roald Dahl, Ray Bradbury, or Emily Dickinson is one worth ...
DON ROFF I have a little tiny Emily Dickinson so big that I carry in my pocket everywhere. And you just read ...
MAURICE SENDAK You know who my gods are, who I believe in fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson - she's p...
MAURICE SENDAK I think more influential than Emily Dickinson or Coleridge or Wordsworth on my imagination were Warn...
BILLY COLLINS It was fairly nothing. It came through and had a good stiff wind, but that was about it.
GARY WOOD I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. ...
FRANCESCA LIA BLOCK Emily Dickinson never developed. She remained loyal to her persona and to that same little metrical ...
BILLY COLLINS When I think of Emily Dickinson, there's not one particular poem of hers that jumps out, but I d...
MALLORY ORTBERG I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till...
EMILY DICKINSON Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
MARJORIE KINNAN RAWLINGS Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes l...
JOHN STEINBECK Well, you can't know it without something having been sneezed.
A.A. MILNE We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
Even longer,' Pooh answered.”
...
A.A. MILNE Plunging in “truths” about God is like walking on the bottom of a sea that is not there, searchi...
MARIANA FULGER Hats off to Dickinson. They came back screaming and fighting.
MARK MAYER Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn...
FRANCIS THOMPSON When the wind blows,the grass bends.
CONFUCIUS [A canopy over the entrance of the Biloxi Regional Medical Center was torn off by the wind.] We just...
SUSAN HOOD Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes l...
JOHN STEINBECK I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.
OLIVIA SUDJIC The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, ...
DAPHNE DU MAURIER Last night, the wind roared through here like a jet airplane.
BOB STUBBS We begin to fight. The wind and I. Horns locked. Battling each other with elements.
LAURA DOCKRILL I love the idea of the 'vignette,' which is associated with the decorative, illustrative, sm...
KATE BERNHEIMER I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuc...
GEORGE CARLIN Emily had an awesome game. She knew that this was going to be her biggest challenge of the season so...
KIM ALLEN The wind, the wandering wind Of the golden summer eyes-- Whence is the thrilling magic O...
MRS. FELICIA D. HEMANS If you think like a leader, act like a leader, inspire like a leader then you are a leader.
DEBASISH MRIDHA It was close, but I had it. You don't trap balls with your hand like that. When I came up there was ...
ANDRUW JONES Authors I've longed to write like - but realize I actually can't even begin to - include Poe...
HELEN OYEYEMI It was just a loud, thunderous noise. As soon as the explosion came, it seemed like a hurricane came...
JEFF GROSS You silly," said Abdul, "those clouds don' mean nothing. I see'd them plenty a'ready. It was jus' co...
THEO ENGELA It is a small world. You do not have to live in it particuarly long to learn that for yourself. Ther...
NEIL GAIMAN I believe that there is a Matrix and... to be more accurate I am in the Pornography Matrix.
DEYTH BANGER My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone.

-fro...
ROBERT JORDAN And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrab...
NEIL GAIMAN When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing w...
A.A. MILNE Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and s...
CARTER CROCKER Love is a growing, or full constant light,
And his first minute, after noon, is night.
JOHN DONNE You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.
HENRY JAMES It was written for the key bugle, the first chromatic trumpet.
MICHAEL SACHS It's like fire burning through 30- to 40-foot-tall grass.
BILL ARMSTRONG Sparklers can spark a fire. They may not stand up properly, the wind may blow them into the grass.
JASON GUNKLE Through the darkness I began to see a light;Radiating a sweet melody, like wind on a kite.
BREANNA CASELLA Through the darkness I began to see a light; Radiating a sweet melody, like wind on a kite.
BREANNA CASELLA Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one p...
KRISTIN CASHORE The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
RICK RIORDAN Man is now able to fly through the air like a bird, he is able to swim under the sea like a fish, he...
TOMMY DOUGLAS I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I wi...
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the...
CHRISTINA ENGELA There are certainly contemporaries that I admire, like Emily Blunt. I think she is amazing.
ROSAMUND PIKE We knew that they had been waiting 10 months. They came out and played hard and they were prepared. ...
GREGG KOHLHEPP if grass can find a way to grown through the grass on footpaths, trust me, you can find a way to do ...
HELENA JEAN If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live wi...
JOAN POWERS Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?'
'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh...
A.A. MILNE How lucky I am to have known somebody and something that saying goodbye to is so damned awful.
EVANS G. VALENS By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
E.M. FORSTER Alas, those six unfortunate souls who have made their way through my books know that every one of th...
PICO IYER Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful functio...
URSULA K. LE GUIN The stones were sharp,
The wind came at my back;
Walking along the highway,
Mincing ...
THEODORE ROETHKE Like a feather floating through the wind with the buoyancy of a gazelle, thus i shall let my spirit ...
BHEKIMPILO DUNGENI What I treasure most at any moment is intimacy, surprise, a sense of mystery, wit, depth and love. A...
PICO IYER The wind of change is blowing through the continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of natio...
HAROLD MACMILLAN If there is some art involved, I'd like it to be that it came through the cracks of daily work.
MARTIN MULL She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going t...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY We Are All Infinite
STEPHEN CHBOSKY (All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadnes...
JEAN SASSON You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY That one moment when you know you are not a sad story. You are ALIVE.
STEPHAN CHBOSKY Somos quienes somos por un montón de razones.Quizás nunca conozcamos la mayoría de ellas.Pero aun...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY Ambos dijeron que tomara asiento y parecían hablar en serio, así que me senté.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all beco...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybewe'll never know most of them.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY There's nothing like the deep breathes after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore st...
STHEPHEN CHBOSKY

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I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and...
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON My friends are my estate.
EMILY DICKINSON They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as m...
EMILY DICKINSON I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his brie...
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves a...
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody, who are you?
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility.
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend...
EMILY DICKINSON Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dain...
EMILY DICKINSON How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
EMILY DICKINSON Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call...
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But Microscopes are prudent In an emerg...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON Forever is composed of nows.
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tel...
EMILY DICKINSON Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the ...
EMILY DICKINSON This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me
EMILY DICKINSON The Brain is wider than the sky-.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
EMILY DICKINSON Beauty is not caused. It is.
EMILY DICKINSON Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
EMILY DICKINSON 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 Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
EMILY DICKINSON Dying is a wild night and a new road.
EMILY DICKINSON Let us go in; the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The carriage held but just...
EMILY DICKINSON Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
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EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON Where thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSON They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
EMILY DICKINSON His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have n...
EMILY DICKINSON To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe...
EMILY DICKINSON How the old mountains drip with sunset,
And the brake of dun!
How the hemlocks are tipped in t...
EMILY DICKINSON I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true -- men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Thro...
EMILY DICKINSON This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow -...
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so starling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
EMILY DICKINSON Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --
EMILY DICKINSON His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon...
EMILY DICKINSON Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs ...
EMILY DICKINSON Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain ...
EMILY DICKINSON Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- or Dome of Worm -- or Porch of Gnome -- or some Elf's...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not a...
EMILY DICKINSON A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal frien...
EMILY DICKINSON The fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
EMILY DICKINSON 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventu...
EMILY DICKINSON I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixi...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetr...
EMILY DICKINSON He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor t...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease on Life the Achin...
EMILY DICKINSON His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of ...
EMILY DICKINSON Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From ...
EMILY DICKINSON God preaches, a noted clergyman, And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven...
EMILY DICKINSON And so upon this wise I prayed,-- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours ...
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON "Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of C...
EMILY DICKINSON If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.
EMILY DICKINSON The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- ...
EMILY DICKINSON The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes ...
EMILY DICKINSON Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive...
EMILY DICKINSON Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Ti...
EMILY DICKINSON The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocrac...
EMILY DICKINSON Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON For Love is Immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gav...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and nev...
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then th...
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors su...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the...
EMILY DICKINSON People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON 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 Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone...
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSON The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSON I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - a...
EMILY DICKINSON Fortune befriends the bold.
EMILY DICKINSON God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the he...
EMILY DICKINSON If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the...
EMILY DICKINSON Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
EMILY DICKINSON Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
EMILY DICKINSON I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17t...
EMILY DICKINSON The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility…
EMILY DICKINSON A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And ea...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life th...
EMILY DICKINSON Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded a...
EMILY DICKINSON It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
EMILY DICKINSON I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at i...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tun...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the ac...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
EMILY DICKINSON My life closed twice before its' close-
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A th...
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
EMILY DICKINSON Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eye...
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an...
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fai...
EMILY DICKINSON Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON I cannot live with You --/ It would be Life --/ And Life is over there --/ Behind the Shelf.
EMILY DICKINSON Water is taught by thirst.
EMILY DICKINSON To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
EMILY DICKINSON Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.
EMILY DICKINSON My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in J...
EMILY DICKINSON God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to Church - I keep it, staying at Home - With a bobolink for a Chorister...
EMILY DICKINSON Pain - has an Element of Blank -/ It cannot recollect/ When it begun - or if there were/ A time when...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
EMILY DICKINSON The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
EMILY DICKINSON What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The open...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is what I cannot reach!
EMILY DICKINSON AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my father’s lodge As much aba...
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then -- it knocks at Will -- / That is the manufacturing spot.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving that makes it fat
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.
EMILY DICKINSON Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furnit...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise And then, if we are true to plan Our statur...
EMILY DICKINSON To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become despera...
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest nee...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching Or ...
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
EMILY DICKINSON The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt it shelter to speak to you.
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hope...
EMILY DICKINSON Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity ...
EMILY DICKINSON I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy; ...
EMILY DICKINSON He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He s...
EMILY DICKINSON Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
...
EMILY DICKINSON A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.
EMILY DICKINSON Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, a...
EMILY DICKINSON Todo lo que sabemos del amor es que el amor es todo lo que hay.
EMILY DICKINSON We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like cost...
EMILY DICKINSON We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
EMILY DICKINSON The distance that the dead have gone/ Does not at first appear --/ Their coming back seems possible/...
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I...
EMILY DICKINSON Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window ...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching...
EMILY DICKINSON I must go in, the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And...
EMILY DICKINSON Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
EMILY DICKINSON That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet
EMILY DICKINSON Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will n...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted; / One need not be a house; /The brain has corridors surpass...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -...
EMILY DICKINSON How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to...
EMILY DICKINSON When it comes, the Landscape listens - Shadows - hold their breath - When it goes, 'tis like the Dis...
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity
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