Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color…

— Emily Dickinson

I could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run.

— Emily Dickinson

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

— Emily Dickinson

“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”

— Emily Dickinson

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would…

— Emily Dickinson

“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —”

— Emily Dickinson

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

— Emily Dickinson

The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all.

— Emily Dickinson

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground

— Emily Dickinson

“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his…

— Emily Dickinson

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet.…

— Emily Dickinson

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

— Emily Dickinson

“Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night”

— Emily Dickinson

My life closed twice before its close

— Emily Dickinson

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

— Emily Dickinson

Till I loved I never lived.

— Emily Dickinson

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

— Emily Dickinson

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we,…

— Emily Dickinson

The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed.

— Emily Dickinson

Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

— Emily Dickinson

“Now, when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs.”

— Emily Dickinson

“At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, — I…

— Emily Dickinson

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

— Emily Dickinson

“So bashful when I spied her! So pretty ― so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find ― So breathless…

— Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send -

— Emily Dickinson