Quote by Emily Dickinson Download Open image ““Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night”” — Emily Dickinson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The pure, absolute quality and nature of each note in itself are only appreciated by the strummer. For some notes have all the sea… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“But who, save the nerve-worn and sleepless, or thinkers standing with hands to the eyes on some crag above the multitude, see things thus… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but I am invisible, blackbird over the dark field but I… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“We are all lonely and all seek a hand to hold in the darkness. It is not the harp, but the hand that plays… — Bernard Cornwell Copy Share Image
“The distinguishing mark of man is the hand , the instrument with which he does all his mischief.” — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“This hand, it is mine, yet when I pick up a pencil it has a mind of its own. It has a story to… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“somewhere in the Devonian rocks we should find the origin of fingers and toes.” — Neil Shubin Copy Share Image
“With one glove off, you trace the heavens, / fingers full of reverence... (from Stargazers on a Winter's Night)” — Robert J. Tiess 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
