Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson, born 10 December 1830, died 15 May 1886
“We meet no Stranger, but Ourself”
“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
“Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul.”
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
“Forever is composed of nows.”
“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”
“I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.”
“it is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.”
“A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.”
“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
Dickinson was an American poet who is acknowledged as one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th Century.
She was an Introvert who almost never left her room, and conducted all her friendships via correspondence.