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
This so much joy! This so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Who never wanted, ― maddest joy Remains to him unknown ; The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope,… — 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
