“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher 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
“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
“That Love is all there is Is all we know of Love, It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the… — Emily Dickinson 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
“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
“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 had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, . . . The little toil of love, I thought,… — Emily Dickinson 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" - Her brow is fit for thrones But I have… — 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
“The skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the hills — The hills just tell the orchards — And they… — 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
“I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your… — 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
“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
“I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, —… — Emily Dickinson 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
“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
“You know that book of poems I’m always carrying around? [...] In one of her poems, she calls hope the ‘thing with… — Roshani Chokshi 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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 think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“The rat is the concisest tenant. He pays no rent, — Repudiates the obligation, On schemes intent. Balking our wit To sound… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
![“You know that book of poems I’m always carrying around? [...] In one of her poems, she calls hope the ‘thing with feathers,’ and I always think about that…. Maybe when we hope for something, the hope flies off to find whatever it is we’re thinking about…and then it brings it back to us. And when…” quote by Roshani Chokshi](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/bb4/roshani-chokshi-14822_books_you-know-that-book-of-poems-i-m-always-c_2173726.jpg)
