Zitat des Tages von Emily Dickinson:
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Fortune befriends the bold.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Where thou art, that is home.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
I dwell in possibility.
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
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.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
I'm nobody, who are you?