Top 528 Quotes & Sayings by Emily Dickinson - Page 9

When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now

No Life can pompless pass away - The lowliest career To the same Pageant wends its way As that exalted here -

Forever is made up of nows.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love.

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

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

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.

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

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more.

I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing.

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known?

Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him -

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

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!

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

I hope you're very careful working, eating and drinking when the heat is so great--there are temptations there which at home you are free from--beware the juicy fruits, and the cooling ades, and cordials, and do not eat ice-cream, it is so very dangerous.

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

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

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

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

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Forever is comprised of nows.

I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low

To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence.

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

Remorse is cureless--the Disease Not even God--can heal-- For 'tis His institution--and The Adequate of Hell

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

Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind.

He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him.

What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.

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

Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.

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