We grow accustomed to the dark when light is put away.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Love is Immortality.
Did you ever read one of her Poems backward, because the plunge from the front overturned you? I sometimes (often have, many times) have - A something overtakes the Mind.
My friends are my estate.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.