I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and...
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON My friends are my estate.
EMILY DICKINSON They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as m...
EMILY DICKINSON I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his brie...
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves a...
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody, who are you?
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility.
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend...
EMILY DICKINSON Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dain...
EMILY DICKINSON How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
EMILY DICKINSON Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call...
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But Microscopes are prudent In an emerg...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON Forever is composed of nows.
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tel...
EMILY DICKINSON Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the ...
EMILY DICKINSON This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me
EMILY DICKINSON The Brain is wider than the sky-.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
EMILY DICKINSON Beauty is not caused. It is.
EMILY DICKINSON Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry....
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
EMILY DICKINSON Dying is a wild night and a new road.
EMILY DICKINSON Let us go in; the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The carriage held but just...
EMILY DICKINSON Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words --...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON Where thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSON They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
EMILY DICKINSON His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have n...
EMILY DICKINSON To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe...
EMILY DICKINSON How the old mountains drip with sunset,
And the brake of dun!
How the hemlocks are tipped in t...
EMILY DICKINSON I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true -- men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Thro...
EMILY DICKINSON This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow -...
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so starling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
EMILY DICKINSON Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --
EMILY DICKINSON His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon...
EMILY DICKINSON Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs ...
EMILY DICKINSON Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain ...
EMILY DICKINSON Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- or Dome of Worm -- or Porch of Gnome -- or some Elf's...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not a...
EMILY DICKINSON A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal frien...
EMILY DICKINSON The fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
EMILY DICKINSON 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventu...
EMILY DICKINSON I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixi...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetr...
EMILY DICKINSON He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor t...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease on Life the Achin...
EMILY DICKINSON His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of ...
EMILY DICKINSON Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From ...
EMILY DICKINSON God preaches, a noted clergyman, And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven...
EMILY DICKINSON And so upon this wise I prayed,-- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours ...
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON "Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of C...
EMILY DICKINSON The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- ...
EMILY DICKINSON The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes ...
EMILY DICKINSON Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive...
EMILY DICKINSON Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Ti...
EMILY DICKINSON The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocrac...
EMILY DICKINSON Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON For Love is Immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gav...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and nev...
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then th...
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors su...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the...
EMILY DICKINSON People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
EMILY DICKINSON Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone...
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSON The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSON I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - a...
EMILY DICKINSON Fortune befriends the bold.
EMILY DICKINSON God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the he...
EMILY DICKINSON If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the...
EMILY DICKINSON Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
EMILY DICKINSON Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
EMILY DICKINSON I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17t...
EMILY DICKINSON The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility…
EMILY DICKINSON A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And ea...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life th...
EMILY DICKINSON Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded a...
EMILY DICKINSON It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
EMILY DICKINSON I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at i...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tun...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the ac...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
EMILY DICKINSON My life closed twice before its' close-
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A th...
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
EMILY DICKINSON Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eye...
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an...
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fai...
EMILY DICKINSON Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.
EMILY DICKINSON I cannot live with You --/ It would be Life --/ And Life is over there --/ Behind the Shelf.
EMILY DICKINSON Water is taught by thirst.
EMILY DICKINSON To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
EMILY DICKINSON Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.
EMILY DICKINSON My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in J...
EMILY DICKINSON God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to Church - I keep it, staying at Home - With a bobolink for a Chorister...
EMILY DICKINSON Pain - has an Element of Blank -/ It cannot recollect/ When it begun - or if there were/ A time when...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
EMILY DICKINSON The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
EMILY DICKINSON What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The open...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is what I cannot reach!
EMILY DICKINSON AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my father’s lodge As much aba...
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then -- it knocks at Will -- / That is the manufacturing spot.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving that makes it fat
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.
EMILY DICKINSON Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furnit...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise And then, if we are true to plan Our statur...
EMILY DICKINSON To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become despera...
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest nee...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching Or ...
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
EMILY DICKINSON The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt it shelter to speak to you.
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hope...
EMILY DICKINSON Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity ...
EMILY DICKINSON I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy; ...
EMILY DICKINSON He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He s...
EMILY DICKINSON Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
...
EMILY DICKINSON A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.
EMILY DICKINSON Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, a...
EMILY DICKINSON Todo lo que sabemos del amor es que el amor es todo lo que hay.
EMILY DICKINSON We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like cost...
EMILY DICKINSON We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
EMILY DICKINSON The distance that the dead have gone/ Does not at first appear --/ Their coming back seems possible/...
EMILY DICKINSON 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...
EMILY DICKINSON Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window ...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching...
EMILY DICKINSON I must go in, the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And...
EMILY DICKINSON Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
EMILY DICKINSON That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet
EMILY DICKINSON Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will n...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted; / One need not be a house; /The brain has corridors surpass...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -...
EMILY DICKINSON How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to...
EMILY DICKINSON When it comes, the Landscape listens - Shadows - hold their breath - When it goes, 'tis like the Dis...
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity
EMILY DICKINSON