After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. – Emily Dickinson