Emily Dickinson

"Art is a house that tries to be haunted."

"I like a look of agony, because I know it's true"

"I did not reach thee, But my feet slip nearer every day; Three Rivers and a Hill to cross, One Desert and a Sea— I shall not count the journey one When I am telling thee. Two deserts—but the year is cold So that will help the sand— One desert crossed, the second one Will feel as cool as land. Sahara is too little price To pay for thy Right hand! The sea comes last. Step merry, feet! So short have we to go To play together we are prone, But we must labor now, The last shall be the lightest load That we have had to draw. The Sun goes crooked—that is night— Before he makes the bend We must have passed the middle sea, Almost we wish the end Were further off—too great it seems So near the Whole to stand. We step like plush, we stand like snow— The waters murmur now, Three rivers and the hill are passed, Two deserts and the sea! Now Death usurps my premium And gets the look at Thee."

"Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,"

"Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell."

"Consciousness is the only home of which we know."

"To shut your eyes is to travel."

"your brain is wider than the sky"

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

"I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes;I wonder if It weighs like Mine,Or has an Easier size."

"When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own."

"And I, could I stand by And see you freeze,Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?"

"“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”"

"Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies"

"We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble."

"Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled."

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again,I shall not live in vain."

"So bashful when I spied her!So pretty ― so ashamed!So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find ―So breathless till I passed her ―So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing,Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle ―For whom betrayed the Dell ―Many, will doubtless ask me,But I shall never tell!"

"Beauty is not caused. It is."

"Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold him In epauletted white—I should not fear the foe then—I should not fear the fight!"