Emily Dickinson Quotes

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

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

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

The brain is wider than the sky.

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

For love is immortality.

Where thou art, that is home.

Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy."

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

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

His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

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

My friends are my estate.

Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.