“At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, — I… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Oh phosphorescence. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to... To find that phosphorescence, that light within — is the genius… — William Luce Copy Share Image
“Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“All she needs is to lay down a few sentences, sometimes just a few words, on paper to feel soothed, for a… — Dominique Fortier Copy Share Image
“I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, . . . The little toil of love, I thought,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes" First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
“The longer you live, the harder it becomes. To grab them. Each little moment as it arrives. To be living in something… — Matt Haig Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“They call each other ‘E.’ Elvis picks wildflowers near the river and brings them to Emily. She explains half-rhymes to him. In… — Hans Ostrom Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, "Come in," I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Going to heaven! I don't know when, Pray do not ask me how, — Indeed, I 'm too astonished To think of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“she wanted to know what American writers I liked. "Hawthorne, Henry James, Emily Dickinson…" "No, living." Ah, well, hmm, let's see: how… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
