Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, ’T is a necessity.Of heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know, Except for its marauding hand, It had been heaven below.
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The WILL is always near, dear, though the feet vary.
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How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
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The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.
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How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!
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I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.
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In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
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We outgrow love, like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer -Till it an Antique fashion shows -Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
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We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came.
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The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.
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So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed.So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.
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Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
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Mine enemy is growing old,- I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge,-Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat. Anger as soon as fed is dead; ’T is starving makes it fat.
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Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly.
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The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.
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God preaches, a noted Clergyman -And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at last-I’m going, all along.
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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.
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No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.