Emily Dickinson Quotes

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'Tis Dying — I am doing — but
I'm not afraid to know —.

Emily Dickinson
I asked no other thing—
No other—was denied —
I offered Being—for it —
The Mighty Merchant sneered —
Brazil? He twirled a Button—
Without a glance my way—
"But —Madam— is there nothing else —That We can show —Today?"

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

Emily Dickinson
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

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

Emily Dickinson
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.

Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes —
I wonder if It weighs like Mine —
Or has an Easier size.

Emily Dickinson
The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be —
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?

Emily Dickinson
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer —
Till it an Antique fashion shows —
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

Emily Dickinson
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

Emily Dickinson
It is not dying hurts us so, —
'T is living hurts us more.

Emily Dickinson
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

Emily Dickinson
My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.

Emily Dickinson
Time is a Test of Trouble —
But not a Remedy —
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady —.

Emily Dickinson
This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go—

Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

Emily Dickinson
The red leaves take the green leaves' place, and the landscape yields. We go to sleep with the peach in our hands and wake with the stone, but the stone is the pledge of summers to come.

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

Emily Dickinson
They shut me up in prose—
As when a little girl
They put me in the closet—
Because they liked me 'still'.

Emily Dickinson
I took one Draught of Life —
I'll tell you what I paid —
Precisely an existence —
The market price, they said.
They weighed me, Dust by Dust —
They balanced Film with Film,
Then handed me my Being's worth—
A single Dram of Heaven!

Emily Dickinson
The sweets of Pillage can be known
To no one but the Thief,
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief.

Emily Dickinson
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Emily Dickinson
The face we choose to miss,
Be it but for a day—
As absent as a hundred years
When it has rode away.

Emily Dickinson
Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour —
Then fling us poor
Out of the purple Door...

Emily Dickinson
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.

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

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
Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back—
A very few—a bird or two—
To take a backward look.
These are the days when the skies resume
The old—old sophistries of June—
A blue and gold mistake.

Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.

Emily Dickinson