Emily Dickinson Quotes
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THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.
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If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
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Pain has an element of blank.
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November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
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We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—
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If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
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I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
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Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?
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Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
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Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
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We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.
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My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word.
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Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare
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Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.
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Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength.
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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It is finished, is never said of us.
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You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.