Top 15 After Emily Dickinson Quotes
#1. After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.
Emily Dickinson
#2. A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
Henry Van Dyke
#3. Take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.
Marcus Aurelius
#4. Our little kinsmen after rain
In plenty may be seen,
a pink and pulpy multitude
The tepid ground upon;
A needless life if seemed to me
Until a little bird
As to a hospitality
Advanced and breakfasted.
Emily Dickinson
#5. Not if Their Party were waiting,
Not if to talk with Me
Were to Them now, Homesickness
After Eternity.
Emily Dickinson
#7. The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity
Emily Dickinson
#8. I practice Dying--every night--
But have not learned to, still--
Though Talented--by Mortal bones--
For such a common Skill.
Alan W. Powers
#9. The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.
Emily Dickinson
#10. As our own peace of mind grows, so the atmosphere around us becomes more peaceful.
Dalai Lama
#11. After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.
Emily Dickinson
#12. Some of the young kids look for one hit to be a star; that what they're known for the rest of their life ... I never wanted to be known as one thing; that is the reason I do classical theater, write, direct and the blessings God has given me ... I want to share.
Ruben Santiago-Hudson
#13. Pretty words," Brooke said, dropping her arms so they laid limply at her sides. "But even the prettiest song can lose its intended meaning if it is repeated constantly.
Heather C. Myers
#14. We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go
Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.
Emily Dickinson
#15. Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.
Emily Dickinson
