After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. – Emily Dickinson
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson