“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
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
Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night! — 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
