Top 100 Emily Dickinson Quotes
#1. And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!
Emily Dickinson
#2. Inebriate of Air - am I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reeling - thro endless summer days
From Inns of Molten Blue -
Emily Dickinson
#3. To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
Emily Dickinson
#4. Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out
Emily Dickinson
#5. Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Emily Dickinson
#6. Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Emily Dickinson
#7. I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Emily Dickinson
#8. Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
Emily Dickinson
#9. Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.
Emily Dickinson
#10. I hope you're very careful working, eating and drinking when the heat is so great
there are temptations there which at home you are free from
beware the juicy fruits, and the cooling ades, and cordials, and do not eat ice-cream, it is so very dangerous.
Emily Dickinson
#11. 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.
Emily Dickinson
#13. I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.
Emily Dickinson
#14. A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men
Emily Dickinson
#15. The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
Emily Dickinson
#17. To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
Emily Dickinson
#18. I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson
#19. The Service without Hope
Is tenderest, I think
...
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until
Emily Dickinson
#20. When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.
Emily Dickinson
#21. A Dominie in Gray
Put gently up the evening Bars
And led the flock away
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#23. Perhaps I asked too large
I take - no less than skies
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town
My Basket holds - just - Firmaments
Those - dangle easy - on my arm,
But smaller bundles - Cram.
Emily Dickinson
#24. His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.
Emily Dickinson
#25. The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
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#26. IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity.
Emily Dickinson
#27. The days will have more hours while you are gone away.
Emily Dickinson
#28. Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by memorial mould;
Birds, by the snow.
Emily Dickinson
#30. I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears -
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown -
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Emily Dickinson
#31. The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
Emily Dickinson
#32. Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?
Emily Dickinson
#33. My love for those I love
not many
not very many, but don't I love them so?
Emily Dickinson
#34. There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
Emily Dickinson
#35. That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love alway, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality. This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary.
Emily Dickinson
#36. I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away
Emily Dickinson
#37. Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
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#38. In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
each little discord here
Removed.
Emily Dickinson
#39. To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.
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#40. The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.
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#42. The dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the grass,
And winter instantly becomes
An infinite alas.
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#45. The Overtakelessness of Those
Who have accomplished Death -
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth -
The Soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the Flesh -
And takes a fine aerial gait
Beyond the Writ of Touch.
Emily Dickinson
#46. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson
#47. If I wasn't a perfect woman, I'd bust you in the nose.
Emily Dickinson
#49. Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
Emily Dickinson
#50. Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.
Emily Dickinson
#51. Answer July-
Where is the Bee-
Where is the Blush-
Where is the Hay?
Ah, said July-
Where is the Seed-
Where is the Bud-
Where is the May-
Answer Thee-Me-
Emily Dickinson
#52. No Life can pompless pass away -
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here -
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#53. What need of Day -
To Those whose Dark - hath so - surpassing Sun -
It deem it be - Continually -
At the Meridian?
Emily Dickinson
#55. TO my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.
In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.
Emily Dickinson
#56. The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.
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#58. Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content.
Emily Dickinson
#59. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.
Emily Dickinson
#61. The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.
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#63. Bind me-I still can sing-
Banish-my mandolin
Strikes true within-
Slay-and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise-
Still thine.
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#64. Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-.
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#65. She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
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#66. It's such a little thing to weep -
So short a thing to sigh -
And yet - by Trades - the size of these
We men and women die!
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#69. Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
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#71. We were all very friendly but we were like 4 monarchs each doing their own thing.
Emily Dickinson
#72. The Ocean's Heart too Smooth - too Blue -
To break for you.
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#73. 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.
Emily Dickinson
#75. The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
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#76. A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone
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#77. None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball ...
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#78. We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.
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#79. In snow thou comest
Thou shalt go with resuming ground
The sweet derision of thx crow
And Glee's advancing sound
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#80. The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his,
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#82. I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.
Emily Dickinson
#84. Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.
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#86. That Love is all there is
Is all we know of Love,
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Emily Dickinson
#88. I ASKED no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?
Emily Dickinson
#89. Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
Emily Dickinson
#90. And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
Emily Dickinson
#93. Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,
And that 's the skies!
Emily Dickinson
#95. Lad of Athens, faithful be
To thyself,
And Mystery -
All the rest is Perjury
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#96. Fearless
the cobweb swings from the ceiling
Indolent Housewife
in Daisies
lain!
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#98. Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake.
Emily Dickinson
#99. All but Death, can be Adjusted -
Dynasties repaired -
Systems - settled in their Sockets -
Citadels dissolved . . .
Emily Dickinson
#100. In a Life that
stopped guessing,
you and I should
not feel at home
Emily Dickinson
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