Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
I dwell in possibility.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Forever is composed of nows.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
My friends are my estate.
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
Fortune befriends the bold.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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.
Where thou art, that is home.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
The brain is wider than the sky.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
I'm nobody, who are you?
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
