Emily Dickinson Quotes

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.

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

When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

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

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

For love is immortality.

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

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

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

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

To shut your eyes is to travel.

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

Pain has an element of blank

I tasted life.

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!

I'll tell you how the Sun rose.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve

I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe

A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous scene-- This whole experiment in green, As if it were his own!

Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

There is no frigate like a book

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.

The revery alone will do If bees are few.

Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.

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

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

I imagine therefore I belong and am free.

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

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

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind.

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

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

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

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.