Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. – Emily Dickinson
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. – Emily Dickinson
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson