Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I hope you're very careful working, eating and drinking when the heat is so great--there are temptations there which at home you… — 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
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard… — 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
