Emily Dickinson

I dwell in possibility...

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

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

I am nobody, who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then that's a pair of us!

I dwell in possiblities.

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

Anger as soon as fed is dead-'Tis starving makes it fat.

Hope is a thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without wordsAnd never stops at all.

My friends are my estate.

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

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

Becuase I could not stop for DeathHe kindly stopped for meThe carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality

Parting is all we know of heaven,And all we need of hell.

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

Forever is composed of nows.

If I can stop one Heart from breakingI shall not live in vainIf I can ease one Life the Aching,or cool one Pain,Or help one fainting Robininto 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 surpassingMaterial place.

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

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

My life closed twice before its' close-It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me. So huge, so hopeless to concieve As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.

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

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--

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

Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul.And sings the tuneWithout the words,and never stops at all.