Emily Dickinson

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I…

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn…

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it…

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of…

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else…

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought…

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire…

Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough…

For love is immortality…

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

They might not need me but they might. I’ll let my head be just in…

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers…

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude…

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a…

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs…