Emily Dickinson Quotes

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at its play — In accidental power — The blonde Assassin passes on — The Sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another Day
For an Approving God.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new politeness took
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear, 5
And passed their curtains by.
Sweet morning, when I over-sleep,
Knock, recollect, for me!

I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them, 10
And wishfulness in me arose
For circumstance the same.

’T was such an ample peace,
It could not hold a sigh, — ’T was Sabbath with the bells divorced,
’T was sunset all the day.

So choosing but a gown
And taking but a prayer,
The only raiment I should need,
I struggled, and was there.

Dogs are better than people.

...what has been the tale of me?... (in May 16, 1848 letter to Abiah Root)

There is no frigate like a book”.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Heart, we will forget him,

You and I, tonight!

You must forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

This world is not conclusion.
A species stands beyond -
Invisible, as Music -
But positive as Sound

Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -