Emily Dickinson Quotes

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

Dicen que el tiempo cura, pero el tiempo jamás cura de nada, lo que duele de veras duele más con la edad, como pasa a los tendones.

Who never lost, are unprepared

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

We grow accustomed to the Dark — When Light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye — A Moment — We Uncertain step
For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision to the Dark — And meet the Road — erect — And so of larger — Darknesses — Those Evenings of the Brain — When not a Moon disclose a sign — Or Star — come out — within — The Bravest — grope a little — And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead — But as they learn to see — Either the Darkness alters — Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight — And Life steps almost straight.

Could you tell me how to grow — or is it unconveyed — like Melody — or Witchcraft?

I took my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone — A Whip so small you could not see it I've known To lash the Magic Creature Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name Too noble then to tell. Magnanimous as Bird By Boy descried — Singing unto the Stone Of which it died — Shame need not crouch In such an Earth as Ours — Shame — stand erect — The Universe is yours.

She dwelleth in the Ground — Where Daffodils — abide — Her Maker — Her Metropolis — The Universe — Her Maid — To fetch Her Grace — and Hue — And Fairness — and Renown — The Firmament's — To Pluck Her — And fetch Her Thee — be mine —

XXX. Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

If your Nerve, deny you — Go above your Nerve — He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve — That’s a steady posture — Never any bend
Held of those Brass arms — Best Giant made — If your Soul seesaw — Lift the Flesh door — The Poltroon wants Oxygen — Nothing more –

Piangere è una piccola cosa -
cosa tanto breve un sospiro.
Ma cose di tale grandezza
uccidono uomini e donne.

When I lost the use of my Eyes it was a comfort to think there were so few real books that I could easily find some one to read me all of them.