Emily Dickinson Quotes

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

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there's ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.

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

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.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.

You can stay young as long as you learn.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years.

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.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Hope is a thing with feathers

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

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

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

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

I have an appetite for silence.

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.

A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here.

The Soul selects her own Society.

My friends are my estate.

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

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-.

The Soul should always stand ajar.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

Where thou art, that is home.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Publication - is the auction of the mind.

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

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

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

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-.

To be alive──is Power.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

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

The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed.

Success is counted sweetest / By those who ne'er succeed.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.