More quotes by Emily Dickinson

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!"
"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."
"I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality."
"A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within."