A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, —The lady dare not lift her valor fear it is dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, —Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

— Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

— Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round – Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone – This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

— Emily Dickinson

A great hope fell You heard no noisette ruin was within.

— Emily Dickinson

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

— Emily Dickinson

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

— Emily Dickinson

And so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground – because I am afraid –

— Emily Dickinson

Anger as soon as fed is dead - This starving makes it fat.

— Emily Dickinson

Anger as soon as fed is dead 'tis starving makes it fat.

— Emily Dickinson

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

— Emily Dickinson