Emily Dickinson

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

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

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson 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.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!