“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.”
“Nature is what we know – Yet have not art to say – So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity.”
“Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.”
“‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!”
“They say God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.”
“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.”
“I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf.”
“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 Unto his nest again I shall not live in vain.”
“Let us go in; the fog is rising.”
“Inebriate of Air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling through endless summer days – From inns of Molten Blue.”
Citation: Pettinger, Tejvan. “Biography of Emily Dickinson”, Oxford, UK. www.biographyonline.net 26 June 2006. Last updated 18 Feb 2018.
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