Emily Dickinson Quotes

He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that...

Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the li...

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

Impossibility, like wineExhilarates the manWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavoreless.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I did not reach thee, But my feet slip nearer every day; Three Rivers and a Hill to cross, One Deser...

A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

My friends are my estate.

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - a...

When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but ...

Beauty is not caused. It is.

The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive a...

Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -An...

So bashful when I spied her!So pretty ― so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find ―So br...

He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.

Hunger is a wayOf standing outside windowsThe entering takes away.

There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tu...

Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed.

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

Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest againI shall not live in vain.

I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, Eyes;I wonder if It weighs like Mine,Or has an Eas...

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like cost...

Love is anterior to life Posterior to death Initial of creation and The exponent of breath.

If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the aching ...

Where thou art that is Home.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

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

Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd ...

To shut your eyes is to travel.

Glee! The great storm is over!

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the l...

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine mi...

There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memor...

To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee one clover and a bee and revery The revery alone wil...

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

The brain is wider than the sky.

There is no Frigate like a book.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone...

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-bria...

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

Where thou art, that is home.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

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

Faith—is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the ...

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweep...

'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And ne...

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light ...

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetr...

Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.

It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut o...

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for t...

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile – the winds –To a h...

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart ...

This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First ...

Inebriate of Air — am I —And Debauchee of Dew —Reeling — thro endless summer days —From Inns of Molt...

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surp...

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

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dain...

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And ...

Where thou art that is home.

Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the m...

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

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

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades --How glittering they shone --And every One unbared a NerveOr...

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame give me the man who living makes a name.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.

This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Till I loved I never lived.

I died for beauty but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoi...

How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exige...

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

I dwell in possibility.

If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And ne...

That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality

My only sketch profile of heaven is a large blue sky and larger than the biggest I have seen in J...

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

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

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

A wounded dear leaps the highest

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And...

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at i...

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.