Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain — has Corridors —… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors— Of Chambers as the Cedars— Impregnable of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. — 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
I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors. — 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
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away. — 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
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without… — 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
