“ Much Madness Is Divinest Sense Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As Housewives… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" - Her brow is fit for thrones But I have… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest need. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our… — 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
“Longing is like the seed That wrestles in the ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The hour… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you… — 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
“Then I will not repine Knowing that bird of mine Though flown shall in a distant tree Bright melody for me Return.” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Good Morning—Midnight— I'm coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place— I liked to stay—… — 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
