We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
EMILY DICKINSONWe never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
EMILY DICKINSONI’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!
EMILY DICKINSONJudge tenderly of me.
EMILY DICKINSONFriends are nations in themselves.
EMILY DICKINSONTo travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSONI am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
EMILY DICKINSONI am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
EMILY DICKINSONThere’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSONThey might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
EMILY DICKINSONOpinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
EMILY DICKINSONPardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
EMILY DICKINSONWhere thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSONThe lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSONSunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSONPeople need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSONA wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON