More quotes by Emily Dickinson

"Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light."
"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all."
"A wounded dear leaps the highest"
"I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality."
"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."