Emily Dickinson Quotes

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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires a sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory As he defeated — dying —
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Emily Dickinson
How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

Emily Dickinson
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.

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

Emily Dickinson
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe

Emily Dickinson
The blunder is to estimate,—
Eternity is Then,
We say, as of a station.
Meanwhile he is so near,
He joins me in my ramble,
Divides abode with me,
No friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.

Emily Dickinson
Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

Emily Dickinson
I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Emily Dickinson
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

Emily Dickinson
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, -
Or the most agonizing Spy -
An Enemy - could send -

Emily Dickinson
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-.

Emily Dickinson
I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb,
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room — He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I — for Truth, — Themself are One —
We Brethren, are", He said —

Emily Dickinson
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

Emily Dickinson
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.

Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the culprit,—Life!

Emily Dickinson
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.

Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die,
For love is immortality,
Nay, it is deity.

Emily Dickinson
Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see
Unto the scene that we do not,
Too slender for the eye.

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

Emily Dickinson
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!

Emily Dickinson
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness...

Emily Dickinson
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone

Emily Dickinson
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears -
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown -
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.

Emily Dickinson
The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness.

Emily Dickinson