Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory… — 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
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. — 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
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around,… — 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
