Emily Dickinson Quotes

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare

I could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear.

Life is the finest secret. So long as that remains, we must all whisper.

Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides.

I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true

It is finished, is never said of us

God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.

It sounded as if the streets were running, And then the streets stood still.

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound.

There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes

Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors.

What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.

After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace.

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room

His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

God, keep me from what they call 'households,'

The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead.

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.