Emily Dickinson Quotes (543 Quotes)

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me The simple News that Nature told With tender majesty.

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

The soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the flesh --
And takes her fair aerial gait
Beyond the hope of touch.

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee --
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.

The Way to know the Bobolink
From every other Bird
Precisely as the Joy of him --
Obliged to be inferred.

Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?

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

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

Had I a mighty gun
I think I'd shoot the human race
And then to glory run!

When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.

Balking our Wit
To sound or circumvent --
Hate cannot harm
A Foe so reticent --
Neither Decree prohibit him --
Lawful as Equilibrium.

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
Was haughty and betrayed.

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

I reason, that in Heaven --
Somehow, it will be even --
Some new Equation, given --
But, what of that?

Its far -- far Treasure to surmise --
And estimate the Pearl --
That slipped my simple fingers through --
While just a Girl at School.

Alone -- if Angels are "alone" --
First time they try the sky!

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

The low Grass loaded with the Dew
The Twilight stood, as Strangers do
With Hat in Hand, polite and new
To stay as if, or go.

The Red upon the Hill
Taketh away my will --
If anybody sneer --
Take care -- for God is here --
That's all.

Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!

At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!

The harm of Years is on him --
The infamy of Time --
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.

Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?

We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun.

New children play upon the green --
New Weary sleep below --
And still the pensive Spring returns --
And still the punctual snow!

Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?

A Deed knocks first at Thought And then it knocks at Will That is the manufacturing spot.

Shy as the Wind of his Chambers
Swift as a Freshet's Tongue
So of the Flower of the Soul
Its process is unknown.

To die is not to go --
On Doom's consummate Chart
No Territory new is staked --
Remain thou as thou art.

It is not fit for Table
For Beggar or for Cat.

Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide --
Blooming -- tripping -- flowing
Are ye then with God?

Water is taught by thirst.

The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind

What if I file this Mortal -- off --
See where it hurt me -- That's enough --
And wade in Liberty!

An hour, and gay on every tree
Your secret, perched in ecstasy
Defies imprisonment!

That odd old man is dead a year --
We miss his stated Hat.

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.

Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me

But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

But love is tired and must sleep,
And hungry and must graze
And so abets the shining Fleet
Till it is out of gaze.

Term of Light this Day begun!

A better Coat if he possessed
Would help him to conceal,
Not subjugate, the Mutineer
Whose title is "the Soul.

Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be
The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.

The gleam of an heroic Act
Such strange illumination
The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.

You can stay young as long as you learn.

Through those old Grounds of memory,
The sauntering alone
Is a divine intemperance
A prudent man would shun.

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

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

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.