Emily Dickinson Quotes

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

If I feel physical as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul–BOOKS.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!

 

An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere.

There is no frigate like a book

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physical as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

A great hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

 

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

My friends are my estate.

This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands, I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me.

What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

 

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Spring’s first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

 

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.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

A morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

 

For love is immortality.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Till I loved I never lived.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in audibleness.

 

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul–BOOKS.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?

Write to me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

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