The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care.

Quote by Emily Dickinson

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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire...

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire...

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing, Chin to knee on...

When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing, Chin to knee on...

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie...True Poems...

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie...True Poems...

Nature is a haunted house..but Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

Nature is a haunted house..but Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I...

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I...

Saying nothing...sometimes says the most.

Saying nothing...sometimes says the most.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is...

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is...

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper,...

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper,...

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Some people have the time but they don't have time while others have time but...

Some people have the time but they don't have time while others have time but...

Religion is no more possible without prayer than poetry without language, or music without atmosphere

Religion is no more possible without prayer than poetry without language, or music without atmosphere

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

...pleasure, of course, is a slippery word.... Our pleasures ultimately belong to us, not to...

...pleasure, of course, is a slippery word.... Our pleasures ultimately belong to us, not to...

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage...

The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage...

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They...

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They...