Emily Dickinson quotes

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

I’m nobody, who are you?

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.