I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Contributed by: Zaady
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing Eyes - I wonder if It weighs like Mine - Or has an Easier size.
Source: 1862; Poems, Third Series, 1896.
To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
Source: Letter, 1879; in Letters of Emily Dickinson, ed. Mabel Loomis Todd, 1894.
"Faith" is a fine invention When Gentleman can see - But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 185, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Faith -is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 915, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.
Source: Poem no. 1763.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Source: c. 1864; The Single Hound, 1914.
Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, A pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life it seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.
Source: Our Little Kinsman
What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.
Source: The LIFE 101 Quote Book, an internet collection of quotations.
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