“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
— Emily Dickinson“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
— Emily Dickinson“Wild Nights—Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile—the winds—To a heart in port—Done with the compass—Done with the chart!Rowing in Eden—Ah, the sea!Might I but moor— Tonight—In thee!”
— Emily Dickinson“Inebriate of Air — am I —And Debauchee of Dew —Reeling — thro endless summer days —From Inns of Molten Blue —”
— Emily Dickinson“One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —”
— Emily Dickinson“To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—True Poems flee—”
— Emily Dickinson“Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.”
— Emily Dickinson