More quotes by Emily Dickinson

"How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity."
"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry."
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."
"A wounded dear leaps the highest"