Top 528 Quotes & Sayings by Emily Dickinson - Page 5

The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.

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

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

It is finished, is never said of us

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

The hearts that never lean must fall.

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

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

The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.

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

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them.

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.

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

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!

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

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

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

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

Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides

The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal

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.

A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.

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

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

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

Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity.

His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!

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.

Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.

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.

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

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

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit-Life!

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

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

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

Home is the definition of God.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die.

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

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

Publication - is the auction of the mind.

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

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

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

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay - A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.

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

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

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.

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

A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear.

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

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.

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