Quotes by Emily Dickinson (Page 2 of 3)

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If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

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I fear a Man of frugal speech -- I fear a Silent Man -- Haranguer -- I can overtake -- Or Babbler -- entertain -- But He who weigheth -- While the Rest -- Expend their furthest pound -- Of this Man -- I am wary -- I fear that He is Grand .

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That no Flake of snow fall on you or them -- is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

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I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, That must have been the sun!

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The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

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There is always one thing to be grateful for -- that one is one's self and not somebody else.

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Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

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I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

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Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

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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.

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'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

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How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

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I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too -- And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

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You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

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I ... am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,--
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,--
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

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The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee.

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Forever is composed of Nows
'Tis not a different time
Except for Infiniteness
And Latitude of Home.

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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

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I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

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My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

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A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,-- The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,-- Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

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I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.

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Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

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We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go
Rank after rank, with even feet And uniforms of snow.

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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

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I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,-- This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

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Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile -- the winds -- To a heart in port -- Done with the compass -- Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden -- Ah, the sea! Might I moor -- Tonight -- In thee!

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Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

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The Pleading of the Summer -- That other Prank -- of Snow -- That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels -- know.

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Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.

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Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.

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If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

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Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.

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An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

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A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

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I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.

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The Brain is just the weight of God --
For -- Heft them -- Pound for Pound --
And they will differ -- if they do --
As Syllable from Sound.

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When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person.

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God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

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Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.

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

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We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

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Over the fence--
Strawberries-- grow--
Over the fence--
I could climb-- if I tried, I know--
Berries are nice!
But-- if I stained my Apron--
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear, -- I guess if He were a Boy--
He'd-- climb-- if He could!

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

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Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

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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.

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When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

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The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little, -- And that's the skies!

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

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Undue significance a starving man attaches to food
Far off ; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
Partaken, it relieves indeed, but proves us
That spices fly
In the receipt. It was the distance
Was savory.

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MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I 'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,-- Say, sea, Take me!

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there 's a pair of us--don't tell!
They 'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

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This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go.

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

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There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt -
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait -
Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness -- is Noon.

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Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.

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March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy.

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A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.

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Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn.

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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.

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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.

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I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there 's a pair of us -- don't tell! They 'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!

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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tune without the words -- and never stops at all.

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Who loves you most, and loves you best, and thinks of you when others rest? 'Tis Emilie.

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How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel -- how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice...Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure.

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Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.

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That Love is all there is
Is all we know of Love,
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.

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Your absence insanes me so -- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

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Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.

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When
Continents
expire
The Giants
they discarded --
are
Promoted
to endure --.

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There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.

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Split the Lark--and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.

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There are depths in every Consciousness, from which we cannot rescue ourselves -- to which none can go with us.

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The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

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At least to pray is left -- is left Oh Jesus -- in the Air -- I know not which thy chamber is -- I'm knocking everywhere.

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His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.

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Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

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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!

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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
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