Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me, The carriage held but just ourselves a

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me, The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Author: Emily Dickinson

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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die.

Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.