Emily Dickinson Quotes - Page 3

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "'T will keep."

I woke and chid my honest fingers, -
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee -

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 -

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed.

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.

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see,
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.

Kein Schiff trägt uns besser in ferne Länder, als ein Buch.

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

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.

Nature is a haunted house-but Art-is a house that tries to be haunted.

Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast -
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him
In epauletted white -
I should not fear the foe then -
I should not fear the fight!

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

Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me

The Soul selects her own Society.