Emily Dickinson Quotes

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.

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

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.

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

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.

Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.

Beauty crowds me till I die.

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-.

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all.

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

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

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

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!

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

This so much joy! This so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!

A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone

Action is redemption.

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

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.

Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!

Spring is the Period Express from God.

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

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.

'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World.

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

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

I dwell in possiblities.

The Heart asks Pleasure--first-- And then--Excuse from Pain

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send -