Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSONThe brain is wider than the sky.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
-
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSON -
I dwell in possibility.
EMILY DICKINSONI dwell in possibility.
EMILY DICKINSON -
But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
EMILY DICKINSONBut a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
EMILY DICKINSON -
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
EMILY DICKINSONWe both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
EMILY DICKINSON -
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSONFind ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON -
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSONThe lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSON -
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSONA wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON -
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
EMILY DICKINSON -
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
EMILY DICKINSONThat it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON -
They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
EMILY DICKINSONThey might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
EMILY DICKINSON -
Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
EMILY DICKINSONUntil you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
EMILY DICKINSON -
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSONTo travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSON -
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSONFame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSON -
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
EMILY DICKINSONWhenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
EMILY DICKINSON -
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSONThere’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSON -
Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSONSaying nothing; sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON


