For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“MY worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient… — 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
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss Affecting our… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Such is the force of Happiness-- The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus. — 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
