After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance, its toil fortunes expensive smile is earned. – Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. – Emily Dickinson
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. – Emily Dickinson