Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Till I loved I never lived.
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The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
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Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.
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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.
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Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
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The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
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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!
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Mirth is the Mail of Anguish.
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They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play.
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Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
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Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!
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I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
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Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.
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I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--
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Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
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To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!
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There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World.
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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. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
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They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady.
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Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
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Love is like life-merely longer.
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No Life can pompless pass away - The lowliest career To the same Pageant wends its way As that exalted here -