Quotes by : Emily Dickinson

Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life....

I HIDE myself within my flowerThat wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too—And angels....

They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might....

Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And....

Heart, we will forget him!You and I, to-night!You may forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.When....

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never....

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could....

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At....