Quotes from Emily Dickenson

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity.

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

To shut your eyes is to travel.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Dwell in possibility. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

We were all very friendly but we were like 4 monarchs each doing their own thing.

I must go in. The fog is rising.