Quotes from Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - That simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty - Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see - For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge tenderly - of Me

His gait was soundless, like the bird

HOPE is a subtle glutton; He feeds upon the fair; And yet, inspected closely, What abstinence is there!

The shore is safer, Abiah, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

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

Of Course - I prayed - And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird - had stamped her foot - And cried Give Me - My Reason - Life - I had not had - but for Yourself - 'Twere better Charity To leave me in the Atom's Tomb - Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb - Than this smart Misery.

But a book is only the heart's portrait-every page a pulse

Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by But when it leaves us for a time 'Tis a necessity. Of Heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know Except for its marauding Hand It had been Heaven below.

We never know how high we are 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—

In this short life, that only last an hour merely. How much how little is within our power.

Fame is the one that does not stay It's occupant must die Or out of sight of estimate Ascend incessantly Or be that most insolvent thing A Lightning in the Germ Electrical the embryo But we demand the Flame

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

I meant to have but modest needs, Such as content, and heaven;

As there are apartments in our own minds that we never enter without apology we should respect the seals of others.

What I can do - I will - Though it be as little as a Daffodil - That I cannot - must be Unknown to possibility -

And tho' the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.

But since the last included both, It would suffice my prayer But just for one to stipulate, And grace would grant the pair.

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

Cherries suit robins;

A tutti è dovuto il mattino, ad alcuni la notte. A solo pochi eletti la luce dell'aurora.

The Soul selects her own Society - Then - shuts the Door - To her divine Majority - Present no more - Unmoved - she notes the Chariots - pausing - At her low Gate - Unmoved - an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat - I've known her - from an ample nation - Choose One - Then - close the Valves of her attention - Like Stone -

I am out with lanterns looking for myself