They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father." — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea… — 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 do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so… — 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
I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose… — 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
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