Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence - is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of… — 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
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
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would… — 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.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze...,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose… — 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
