They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father." — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my fathers lodge As much abasheth me. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“The skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the hills — The hills just tell the orchards — And they… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust… — 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