Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go… — 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
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching… — 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
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An… — 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
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity, But… — 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
