Top 100 Dickinson Emily Quotes
#1. behind ourself, concealed - should startle most," wrote Emily Dickinson,
Stephen Cope
#2. Pain - expands the Time - / Ages coil within / The minute Circumference / Of a single Brain - / Pain contracts - the Time - / Occupied with Shot / Gamuts of Eternities / Are as they were not -
Emily Dickinson
#3. But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.
Emily Dickinson
#4. I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.
Emily Dickinson
#5. Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved - the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
Emily Dickinson
#6. A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown,
Who ponders this tremendous scene
This whole experiment in green,
As if it were his own!
Emily Dickinson
#8. No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!
Andy Richter
#11. How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!
Emily Dickinson
#13. 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
#14. I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
Francesca Lia Block
#15. Why joys so scantily disburse,
Why Paradise defer,
Why floods are served to us in bowls,
I speculate no more.
Emily Dickinson
#16. 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
#17. The small heart cannot break. The ecstasy of its penalty solaces the large.
Emily Dickinson
#19. The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.
Emily Dickinson
#20. Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
Emily Dickinson
#21. Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.
Emily Dickinson
#22. Other Courtesies have been -
Other Courtesy may be -
We commend ourselves to thee
Paragon of Chivalry.
Emily Dickinson
#23. When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.
Emily Dickinson
#24. Pain - has an Element of Blank
It cannot recollect
When it begun - or if there were
a time when it was not -
It has no Future - but itself -
Its Infinite contain
Its Past - enlightened to perceive
New Periods - of Pain.
Emily Dickinson
#25. By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted- Which Blossom in the dark.
Emily Dickinson
#26. 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
Emily Dickinson
#27. I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson
#28. 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
#29. To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
Emily Dickinson
#30. You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.
Emily Dickinson
#31. What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
Emily Dickinson
#32. What Emily Dickinson does not rename or redefine, she revises beyond easy recognition.
Harold Bloom
#33. I NEVER lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod;
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!
Emily Dickinson
#34. A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find
Emily Dickinson
#37. There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up;
The covers the abyss with a trance
So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Emily Dickinson
#40. The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
Emily Dickinson
#41. I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch, - This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.
Emily Dickinson
#42. Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.
Emily Dickinson
#43. How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,
you must have noticed them in the street,
how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
Emily Dickinson
#44. I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.
Emily Dickinson
#45. Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-.
Emily Dickinson
#46. But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?
Emily Dickinson
#47. A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men
Emily Dickinson
#48. Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
Emily Dickinson
#51. A Word that Breathes Distinctly
Has not the Power to Die
Emily Dickinson
#52. I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Emily Dickinson
#53. Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
Emily Dickinson
#54. I'd like to ask you a question, if I may."
"What?"
"All these poems you've written and hidden - so many poems. Why?"
While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. "Because I could not stop.
Jeffrey Ford
#55. 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
#56. Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Emily Dickinson
#57. After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.
Emily Dickinson
#60. Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out
Emily Dickinson
#61. Such is the force of Happiness
The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus.
Emily Dickinson
#62. I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be
solitude, and the figures
solitude
and the lights and shades, each a solitude.
Emily Dickinson
#63. Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
Emily Dickinson
#65. To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
Emily Dickinson
#66. I tasted - careless - then -
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World - Did you?
Oh, had you told me so -
This Thirst would blister - easier - now
Emily Dickinson
#67. In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
Emily Dickinson
#70. Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide
Emily Dickinson
#71. Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Emily Dickinson
#73. Inebriate of Air - am I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reeling - thro endless summer days
From Inns of Molten Blue -
Emily Dickinson
#74. Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
Emily Dickinson
#75. I love the idea of the 'vignette,' which is associated with the decorative, illustrative, small, and thus with the feminine, and thus easily maligned. I mean, Emily Dickinson wrote vignettes, right?
Kate Bernheimer
#76. I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Emily Dickinson
#77. I HIDE myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness ...
Emily Dickinson
#79. Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.
Emily Dickinson
#81. Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known?
Emily Dickinson
#82. Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.
Emily Dickinson
#83. 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
#84. These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
Emily Dickinson
#86. Like Emily Dickinson, I ain't afraid of slant rhyme / And that's the end of this verse; emcee's out on a high.
John Green
#87. God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.
Emily Dickinson
#88. I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.
Emily Dickinson
#89. And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!
Emily Dickinson
#90. Witchcraft was hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, every Day -
Emily Dickinson
#91. When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he ...
Emily Dickinson
#92. Victory comes late
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it
Emily Dickinson
#93. Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
Emily Dickinson
#96. To attempt to speak of what has been, would be impossible. Abyss has no Biographer -
Emily Dickinson
#97. Emily Dickinson sublimely unnames even the blanks.
Harold Bloom
#98. Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye
Much Sense - the starkest Madness
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail
Assent - and you are sane
Demur - you're straightway dangerous
And handled with a Chain -
Emily Dickinson
#99. AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
Emily Dickinson
#100. And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.
Emily Dickinson
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