Emily Dickinson Quotes

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

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

My only sketch profile of heaven is a large blue sky and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them.

Plato offers the amazing idea that contemplation of the way things really are is, in itself, a purifying process that can bring human beings into the only divinity there is.

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —

Superiority to fate is difficult to gain 'tis not conferred of any but possible to earn.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.

Where thou art that is Home.

I dwell in possibility.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

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

My friends are my estate.

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

Beauty is not caused. It is.

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

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

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

Where thou art that is home.

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

Finite to fail but infinite to venture.

Life is death we're lengthy at

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

A wounded dear leaps the highest

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

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

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

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

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.

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

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

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

I dwell in possibility…

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

some see things as they are: others as they are” (p.82) ~CXCI

Where thou art, that is home.

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

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

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

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

The Soul selects her own Society.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.

your brain is wider than the sky

To lose the approbation of my dog is a thing too horrible to contemplate.