Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Category Archive: Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Where thou art, that is home.
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.