Emily Dickinson Quotes

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

I dwell in possibility…

The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified

I lived on Dread — To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger — Other impetus
Is numb — and Vitalless — As 'twere a Spur — upon the Soul — A Fear will urge it where
To go without the Sceptre's aid
Were Challenging Despair.

My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun

They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.

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Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower
And casually glance
Would scarcely cause one to suspect
The minor Circumstance

Assisting in the Bright Affair
So intricately done
Then offered as a Butterfly
To the Meridian — To pack the Bud — oppose the Worm — Obtain its right of Dew — Adjust the Heat — elude the Wind — Escape the prowling Bee

Great Nature not to disappoint
Awaiting Her that Day — To be a Flower, is profound
Responsibility —

A Bird, came down the Walk - (359)

A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass -

He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad -
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. -

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home -

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.

I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

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.

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.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

You left me boundaries of pain / Capacious as the sea, / Between eternity and time, / Your consciousness and me.

My life had stood — a Loaded Gun — In Corners — till a Day
The Owner passed — identified — And carried Me away — And now We roam in Sovereign Woods — And now We hunt the Doe — And every time I speak for Him — The Mountains straight reply — And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow — It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through — And when at Night — Our good Day done — I guard My Master's Head — 'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow — to have shared — To foe of His — I'm deadly foe — None stir the second time — On whom I lay a Yellow Eye — Or an emphatic Thumb — Though I than He — may longer live
He longer must — than I — For I have but the power to kill,
Without — the power to die —

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