Emily Dickinson

“'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.”

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words 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.”

“To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee one clover, and a bee, and revery The revery alone will do, if bees are few.”

“Love is anterior to life Posterior to death Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.”

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”

“Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.”

“Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.”

“Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it proved, it proves too There was no Melody.”

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

“The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care”

“Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.”

“Till I loved I never lived.”

“Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.”

“That I shall love always, I argue thee that love is life, and life hath immortality”

“We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.”

“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Trut...”

“Kein Schiff trägt uns besser in ferne Länder, als ein Buch.”

“A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That ima...”

“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 feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are...”