Quotes from Emily Dickinson

Life is death we're lengthy at

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?

In a Life that stopped guessing, you and I should not feel at home

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

And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!

the second half of joy is shorter than the first

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills!

Hope' is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore must be the storm — That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm — I've heard it in the chillest land — And on the strangest Sea — Yet — never — in Extremity, It asked a crumb — of me.

I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, — Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

Not with a club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone – A Whip so small you could not see it I've known

The Ocean's Heart too Smooth - too Blue - To break for you.

Experiment escorts us last- His pungent company will not allow an axiom An opportunity

Dogs are better than people.

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.

For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home

I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I could die —

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!

Water, is taught by thirst.

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

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

What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where are the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below?

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.