Emily Dickinson Quotes

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

The spirit looks upon the Dust
That fastened it so long
With indignation,
As a Bird
Defrauded of it's Song.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

A Dominie in Gray
Put gently up the evening Bars
And led the flock away

His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!

To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.

Forever is comprised of nows.

To wait an Hour - is long
If Love be just beyond
To wait Eternity - is short
If Love reward the end -

Our lives are Swiss, so still- so cool

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

In snow thou comest
Thou shalt go with resuming ground
The sweet derision of thx crow
And Glee's advancing sound

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

Impossibility, like wine
Exhilarates the man
Who tastes it; Possibility
Is flavoreless.

Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

No Life can pompless pass away -
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here -

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

Nature is what we know / Yet have not art to say / So impotent our wisdom is / To her simplicity.

A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.

Death is the common right Of toads and men, - Of earl and midge The privilege. Why swagger then? The gnat's supremacy Is large as thine.

The days will have more hours while you are gone away.

The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

My life closed twice before its close

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed - 'Consider the Lilies.

To attempt to speak of what has been, would be impossible. Abyss has no Biographer -

The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

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.

A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to ... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

Beauty is just a light switch away ... 'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Those who have not found the heaven below,
will fail of it above.

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out

The Poets light but Lamps-
Themselves-go out-

Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-.

Perception of an object costs
Precise the Object's loss -

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away ...

Dwell in possibility

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

My love for those I love
not many
not very many, but don't I love them so?

Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides ...

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

Beauty crowds me till I die.

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last - I'm going, all along.

A wounded dear leaps the highest

A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Victory comes late
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it

Opinion is a flitting thing, but the truth outlasts the sun.

Publication - is the auction of the mind ...

Nods from the Gilded pointers -
Nods from the Seconds slim -
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life -
And Him -

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now

XVI. Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, - Life!

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

The best vitality Cannot excel decay;

All things do go a-courting,
In earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single
But thee in His world so fair.

Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul

Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour
Then fling us poor
Out of the purple door.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Banish Air from Air
Divide Light if you dare

Remorse is memory awake.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away