A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
Forever is composed of nows.
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
I dwell in possibility.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
My friends are my estate.
Pardon my sanity in a world insane.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
Saying nothing sometimes says the most.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul: BOOKS.
The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
Till I loved I never lived.
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Where thou art, that is home.
/ Emily Dickinson