Death Emily Dickinson Quotes

#1. You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

Emily Dickinson

#2. All but Death, can be Adjusted -
Dynasties repaired -
Systems - settled in their Sockets -
Citadels dissolved . . .

Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson

#4. Looking at Death, is Dying - ...

Emily Dickinson

#5. Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson

#6. Death is the common right Of toads and men, - Of earl and midge The privilege. Why swagger then? The gnat's supremacy Is large as thine.

Emily Dickinson

#7. Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Emily Dickinson

#8. Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!

Emily Dickinson

#9. The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

Emily Dickinson

#10. I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.

Emily Dickinson

#11. 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.

Emily Dickinson

#12. I was not really aware of the dystopian genre before I read 'The Handmaid's Tale.' Many poets as well, like John Donne and Emily Dickinson, would be the influences; I specialized in Emily Dickinson at university. Both of those poets have really interesting ways of looking at life and death.

Samantha Shannon

#13. Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-.

Emily Dickinson

#14. My life closed twice before its close

Emily Dickinson

#15. That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death.

Emily Dickinson

#16. The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

Emily Dickinson

#17. A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men

Emily Dickinson

#18. 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

#19. The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity

Emily Dickinson

#20. My dying tutor told me that he would like to live till I had been a poet, but Death was much of Mob as I could master-then-And when far afterward-a sudden light on Orchards, or a new fashion in the wind troubled my attention- I felt a palsy, here- the Verses just relieve- (174)

Emily Dickinson

#21. Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

Emily Dickinson

#22. There is a solitude of space.
A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself
Finite infinity.

Emily Dickinson

#23. Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death,
The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust" -
Death doubts it -
Argues from the Ground -
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.

Emily Dickinson

#24. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face

Emily Dickinson

#25. And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Emily Dickinson

#26. Life is death we're lengthy at

Emily Dickinson

#27. A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.

Emily Dickinson

#28. The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.

Emily Dickinson

#29. Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Emily Dickinson

#30. 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.

Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson

#32. I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.

Emily Dickinson