Quotes by Emily Dickinson

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

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.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

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

Till I loved I never lived.

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stops at all.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant—Success in Circuit lies.

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Fortune befriends the bold.

We should not mind so small a flower—Except it quiet bring.

A great hope fell, you heard no noise, the ruin was within.

I’ve seen a dying eye run round and round a room in search of something as it died.

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.

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

To fight aloud, is very brave—But gallanter, I know—Who charge within the bosom—The Cavalry of Woe.

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among.

The brain is just the weight of God, for heft them pound for pound.

Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it.

The Bustle in a House the Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth.

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

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

The sun just touched the morning; the morning, happy thing.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

The heart wants what it wants—or else it does not care.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain.

I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?

Nature is what we see—the Hill—the Afternoon—Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise.

I never hear the word 'escape' without a quicker blood.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

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

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

I measure every Grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes.

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust.

There is no Frigate like a Book to take us Lands away.

Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, a traveling flake of snow.

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

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

A Prison gets to be a friend—when it empties you of freedom.

If your Nerve, deny you—Go above your Nerve—

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

The brain is wider than the sky.

I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—The Stillness in the Room.

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

I dwell in possibility.

A light exists in spring, not present on the year at any other period.

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me.

The Soul selects her own Society—Then—shuts the Door.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant.

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me.

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

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

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.

Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.

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

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.

The heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

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

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy, have on me pity.

Where thou art, that is home.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

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

Forever is composed of nows.

A friend is the person who can always see the truth and pain in you, even when you're fooling everyone else.

My friends are my estate.

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