Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When it comes, the Landscape listens - Shadows - hold their breath - When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear, — A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my fathers lodge As much abasheth me. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes; I wonder if It weighs like Mine, Or has an Easier size.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly… — 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 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 Image
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. — 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
“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 Image
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 Image
