Emily Dickinson Poem, Feeling
Emily Dickinson Living, Poem
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. Milan Kundera
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. Milan Kundera
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
To touch is to give life. Michelangelo
To touch is to give life.
I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds. Michael Faraday
I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds.
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library. Jorge Luis Borges
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. John Steinbeck
It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
Shut your eyes and see. James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me. James Dashner
Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.” William Butler Yeats
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.”
TO clothe the fiery thought In simple words succeeds, For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds. Ralph Waldo Emerson
TO clothe the fiery thought In simple words succeeds, For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds.