Quotes from Emily Dickinson

I wish you a calmer sea

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

In snow thou comest Thou shalt go with resuming ground The sweet derision of thx crow And Glee's advancing sound

To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — The Bushes — they were Bells — I could not find a Privacy From Nature's sentinels — In Cave if I presumed to hide The Walls — begun to tell — Creation seemed a mighty Crack — To make me visible —

It is too difficult a Grace- To justify the Dream-

To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim —

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

Tell all the truth but tell it slant- success in circuit lies Too bright for our infirm delight the truth's suberp surprise As lightning to the children eased with explanation kind the truth must dazzle gradually or every man be bilnd-

To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing — Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd — The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In Dun, or fair — So whether it be Rune, Or whether it be none Is of within. The Tune is in the Tree — The Skeptic — showeth me — No Sir! In Thee!

I should have had the joy Without the fear to justify, —

Opinion is a flitting thing. But truth outlasts the sun.

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

Asiente—y serás cuerdo— Disiente—y de inmediato serás el peligroso— Y te pondrán Cadenas—

Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling

She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve;

El sempre es compon de molts ares.

I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true;

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan ; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be. The only secret people keep Is Immortality.

To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

The thunder crumbled like a stuff — How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reach

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.

I never spoke with God

Être pour soi une aventure, Tel est le destin de l'âme, Suivie d'un seul lévrier : Sa propre identité.

He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!