Emily Dickinson Quotes

I dwell in possiblities.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

I dwell in possibility...

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.

Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words And never stops at all.

Becuase I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality

Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.

Forever is composed of now.

My friends are my estate.

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the words without the tune, and never stops at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching, or cool one Pain, Or help one fainting Robin into his Nest again, I shall not live in Vain.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.



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Not any higher stands the Grave
 by Emily Dickinson

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Not any higher stands the Grave
For Heroes than for Men-
Not any nearer for the Child
Than numb Three Score and Ten-

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