Emily Dickinson Quotes

The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.

The Brain — is wider than the Sky —

Good Morning — Midnight — I'm coming Home — Day — got tired of Me — How could I — of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place — I liked to stay — But Morn — didn't want me — now — So — Goodnight — Day!

I can look — can't I — When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then — That puts the Heart — abroad — You — are not so fair — Midnight — I chose — Day — But — please take a little Girl — He turned away!

AMPLE make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

All but Death, can be Adjusted -
Dynasties repaired -
Systems - settled in their Sockets -
Citadels dissolved . . .

Witchcraft was hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, every Day -

In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.

Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled—he did not fall— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes— He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm advance, But, when her worst was done, And he, unmoved, regarded her, Acknowledged him a man.

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

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

To see her is a picture — To hear her is a tune — To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June — To know her not — Affliction — To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.

I dwell in Possibility — A fairer House than Prose — More numerous of Windows — Superior — for Doors — Of Chambers as the Cedars — Impregnable of Eye — And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky — Of Visitors — the fairest — For Occupation — This — The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise —

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish —

When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.