Emily Dickinson

I dwell in possibility...

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.

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.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson - No. 1333
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

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

My friends are my estate.

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

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

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

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

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

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.

I dwell in possiblities.

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

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

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

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

- Emily Dickinson