Category: Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Till I loved I never lived.
A wounded dear leaps the highest
A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
