Emily Dickinson Quotes
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And you dropt, lost, When something broke-- And let you from a Dream
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An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
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To die before one fears to die may be a boon.
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My love for those I love – not many – not very many, but don't I love them so?
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I'll tell you how the Sun rose.
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God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
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A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
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Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me-
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A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone
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The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!
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The hearts that never lean must fall.
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... 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.
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Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes.
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A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.
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Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
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Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true.
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I took one Draught of Life -I'll tell you what I paid -Precisely an existence -The market price, they said.
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Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.
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Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.
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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-.
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Truth - is as old as God-.
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
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Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.
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I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!