Emily Dickinson Quotes (543 Quotes)

Fortune befriends the bold.

She stung Him -- sapped His firm Advance --
But when Her Worst was done
And He -- unmoved regarded Her --
Acknowledged Him a Man.

They strive -- and yet delay --
They perish -- Do we die --
Or is this Death's Experiment --
Reversed -- in Victory?

Playmates, and holidays, and nuts --
And visions vast and small --
Strange that the feet so precious charged
Should reach so small a goal!

Who guess at seeing, guess at loss
Of the Ability.

Such is the Force of Happiness --
The Least -- can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus --

I dwell in possibility.

And I cannot be proud
Because a Height so high
Involves Alpine
Requirements
And Services of Snow.

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

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.

The last of Summer is Delight --
Deterred by Retrospect.

The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.

If "God is Love" as he admits
We think that me must be
Because he is a "jealous God"
He tells us certainly

Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --

The Light His Action, and the Dark
The Leisure of His Will --
In Him Existence serve or set
A Force illegible.

There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!

Conclusion is the course of All
At most to be perennial
And then elude stability
Recalls to immortality.

Except Thyself may be
Thine Enemy --
Captivity is Consciousness --
So's Liberty.

The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.

Was the Pine at my Window a "Fellow
Of the Royal" Infinity?

Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!

Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass --
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss's face!

Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good-by to men.

The Hills in Purple syllables
The Day's Adventures tell
To little Groups of Continents
Just going Home from School.

To earn a Mine -- would run
That Interdicted Way,
And tell Him -- Charge thee speak it plain --
That so far -- Truth is True?

Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.

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

Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity --
Inadequate -- were Life --

Remorse is Memory awake Her Parties all astir A Presence of Departed Acts At window and at Door

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

Won't somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar --
Until the morning sun --
When One -- turned smiling to the land --
Oh God!

Best Things dwell out of Sight
The Pearl -- the Just -- Our Thought.

How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and none
Shall make discovery.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.

Lest this be Heaven indeed
An Obstacle is given
That always gauges a Degree
Between Ourself and Heaven.

Will there really be a morningIs there such a thing as day...Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the place called morning lies

There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Is it dead -- Find it --
Out of sound -- Out of sight --
"Happy"?

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close.

Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble --
Love is one, not aggregate --
Nor is Dying double --

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within.

You may forget the warmth he gave --
I will forget the light!

Assentand you are sane, Demuryou're straightway dangerous, And handled with a Chain....

Nor had I time to Love --
But since
Some Industry must be --
The little Toil of Love --
I thought
Be large enough for Me --

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.