The Infinite Library

“Forever is composed of nows.”

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

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”

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

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

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

“Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.”

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

“The mere sense of living is joy enough.”

“Where thou art, that is home.”

“Till I loved I never lived.”

“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”

“A wounded deer leaps the highest.”

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

“One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —”

“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!”

“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!”

“A Word is Dead A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.”

“The brain is wider than the sky.”

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

“Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat”

“He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.”

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

“Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.”

“Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.”

“Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.”

“I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.”

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.”

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

“I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.”

“A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.”

“We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came.”

“Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away.”

“The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true, And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.”

“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”

“Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.”

“I dwell in possibility.”

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

“I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.”

“Look back on Time, with kindly eyes - He doubtless did his best - How softly sinks that trembling sun In Human Nature's West -”

“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.”

“Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.”

“Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.”

“There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.”

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”

“Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.”

“In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed.”

“Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.”