Emily Dickinson Quotes

THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.

For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home

Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.

A great Hope fell
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within
Oh cunning wreck that told no tale
And let no Witness in

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

"La "speranza" è la pennuta creatura
Che si posa nell'anima
E canta melodia senza parole
E non smette mai, proprio mai"

,To own a Susan of my own
Is of itself a Bliss — Whatever realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!

I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

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.

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.