If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.
Category Archive: 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.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.