Quotes from Emily Dickinson

To shut your eyes is to travel.

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

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

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

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

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

All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair.

Love is like life-merely longer.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.

The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.

I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room

I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known?

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.