He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. Emily Dickinson drinkdusteat Change image and share on social
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves. Emily Dickinson boldburchestnut Change image and share on social
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Emily Dickinson dawndwindlemorning Change image and share on social
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson beeclovermake Change image and share on social
I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision. Emily Dickinson 17thadmirerage share on social
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery. Emily Dickinson breakcrockeryhope Change image and share on social
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. Emily Dickinson fameficklefood Change image and share on social
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Emily Dickinson failfiniteinfinite Change image and share on social