“Working for OSHA is a horrible job to have. You have to ignore the whistle blowers and send them illegal letters saying that you cannot find any problems. I have a lot of those fraudulent letters, as I have been through OSHA twice. Once as the utility company employee and once as the utility company subcontractor employee. It is a disgusting & blatently corrupt system.”
Quote by Steven Magee
“Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“The darker side of the City tried to emphasize the selfish parts of me by encouraging my sense of entitlement and my desire for personal space. But God seemed to whisper that the alternative existed: to let Him grow humility and concern for others in a way I had never experienced, to live out His peace amid whirling chaos. (p.67)”
Source: Crowded Skies: Letters To Manhattan
“Who loves you most, and loves you best, and thinks of you when others rest? 'Tis Emilie.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, “I was waiting for you.”
She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one, and as she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years — the days, the moments – that that man, before he even met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps, more simply, she will overturn the box and, astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, “You are mad.” And she will love him forever.”
Source: Ocean Sea
“When you come home, darling, I shant have your letters, but I shall have yourself, which is more-- oh more, and better, than I can even think! I sit here with my little whip, cracking the time away, 'till not an hour is left of it- then you are here! And joy is here-- joy now and forevermore! Tis only a few days, Susie, it will soon go away, yet I say, "go now, this very moment, for I need her- I must have her, oh, give her to me!" Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for He is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel-- how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice...Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure...”
Source: Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
“Had I only known my letters
Would be of such importance
I’d empty myself on paper
Every single morning’
And it was for such reason,
as she read his little stanza,
that she decided to stamp
one
final
letter:
‘Every single morning
I’d empty myself on paper
You were my greater importance
That’s why I wrote you letters.”
Source: Where Pain Thrives
“The days will have more hours while you are gone away.”