Emily Dickinson

Hope is a thing with feathers

— Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

— Emily Dickinson

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

— Emily Dickinson

I dwell in possibility.

— Emily Dickinson

“A wounded dear leaps the highest”

— Emily Dickinson

“I believe in possibility.”

— Emily Dickinson

“open me carefully”

— Emily Dickinson

“Earth is crammed with Heaven.”

— Emily Dickinson

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

— Emily Dickinson

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

— Emily Dickinson

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

— Emily Dickinson

“Perception of an object costs Precise the Object's loss—”

— Emily Dickinson

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

— Emily Dickinson

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way

— Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -

— Emily Dickinson

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

— Emily Dickinson

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

— Emily Dickinson

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

— Emily Dickinson

Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake.

— Emily Dickinson

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like…

— Emily Dickinson

“Lad of Athens, faithful be To thyself, And Mystery - All the rest is Perjury”

— Emily Dickinson

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

— Emily Dickinson

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

— Emily Dickinson

Other Courtesies have been - Other Courtesy may be - We commend ourselves to thee Paragon of Chivalry.

— Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching…

— Emily Dickinson

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond…

— Emily Dickinson

“We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our…

— Emily Dickinson

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I…

— Emily Dickinson

“Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled -- he did not fall -- Impaled him on her fiercest stakes…

— Emily Dickinson

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the…

— Emily Dickinson

“Belshazzar had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us…

— Emily Dickinson

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without…

— Emily Dickinson

“FAREWELL. Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,    Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses —…

— Emily Dickinson

“The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, "Come in," I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A…

— Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at…

— Emily Dickinson

“THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the…

— Emily Dickinson

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom…

— Emily Dickinson

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense…

— Emily Dickinson

“Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid…

— Emily Dickinson

“My life had stood--a Loaded Gun-- In Corners--till a Day The Owner passed--identified-- And carried Me away-- And now We roam in…

— Emily Dickinson