Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. – Emily Dickinson
Assent — and you are sane — , demur — youre straightway dangerous — , and handled with a Chain — . – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. – Emily Dickinson