Emily Dickinson Quotes and Quotations
Anger as soon as fed is dead - Tis starving makes it fat.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, anytime, to him Is aristocracy.
Where thou art, that, is Home.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.
To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee one clover, and a bee, and revery The revery alone will do, if bees are few.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it proved, it proves too There was no Melody.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Where thou art, that is home.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Anger as soon as fed is dead, 'tis starving makes it fat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead, 'tis starving makes it fat.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away.
My friends are my estate.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
My only sketch, profile, of heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them.
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
The brain is wider than the sky.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Superiority to fate is difficult to gain, 'tis not conferred of any, but possible to earn.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
Glee! The great storm is over!
Love is anterior to life Posterior to death Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.