The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send - — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some… — 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
