Emily Dickinson Quotes

Memory is a strange Bell — Jubilee, and Knell.

I would have drowned twice to save you sinking, dear.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. — — — is still with the sister who put her child in an ice nest last Monday forenoon. The redoubtable God! I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.

THE soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.

Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest, — Her visitor no more.

"Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!"

Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography–
Volcanoes nearer here
A lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb–
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

Yo no soy nadie, ¿y tú? ¿No eres nadie tampoco? Entonces somos dos, guarda el secreto. Ya sabes que podrían desterrarnos.

Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?

I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my Boot — For yet to buy another Pair
is possible,
At any store — But Bliss, is sold just once.
The Patent lost
None buy it any more —

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth, — the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind — The Mind is a single State — The Heart and the Mind together make
A single Continent — One — is the Population — Numerous enough — This ecstatic Nation
Seek — it is Yourself.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.

The Daisy follows soft the Sun — And when his golden walk is done — Sits shyly at his feet — He — waking — finds the flower there — Wherefore — Marauder — art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the flower — Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline — We nearer steal to thee!
Enamored of the parting West — The peace — the flight — the Amethyst — Night's possibility!