“Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.”
-Emily Dickinson
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”
-Emily Dickinson
“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.”
-Emily Dickinson
“I dwell in possibility...”
-Emily Dickinson
“I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.”
-Emily Dickinson
“My friends are my estate.”
-Emily Dickinson
“One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.”
-Emily Dickinson
“Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.”
-Emily Dickinson
“They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.” -Emily Dickinson
“We turn not older with years, but newer every day.”
-Emily Dickinson
“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.”
-Emily Dickinson, No. 1333
“There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes—“
-Emily Dickinson, No. 258
“Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.”
-Emily Dickinson, Poems, Second Series, 1891
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