Emily Dickinson Quotes
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God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
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Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.
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To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-.
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Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength.
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New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude.New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow!
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The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound-- And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound
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Forever is composed of nows.
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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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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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I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious.
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To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
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She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
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Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
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Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.
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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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God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts. Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles.
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A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -
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He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
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Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
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Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home.