More quotes by Emily Dickinson

"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."
"The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity"
"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry."