A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels. — 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
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
