Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides... — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love.” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
