Quotes About Dickinson

I was voted least likely to manage a business when I was at Dickinson College.

To be sure, the Dickinson Draft has always been a tortured document that leaned toward a state-majority confederation. And it was always clear that the vast majority of Americans did not regard the war for Independence as a movement for American nationhood, to the extent they gave the matter any thought at all.

Physically as well as psychologically, Dickinson was the opposite of Adams: tall and gaunt, with a somewhat ashen complexion and a deliberate demeanor that conveyed the confidence of his social standing in the Quaker elite and his legal training at the Inns of Court in London.

Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, sleep the meek members of the Resurrection, rafter of satin and roof of stone.' Emily Dickinson.

If your only arbiter of anything is money, really you should... go and rob banks.

Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon." Lisa Simpson

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!

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

Publication - is the Auction / Of the Mind of Man

What are you reading now? I have little time to read when I am here, but while at home I had a feast in the reading line, I can assure you...Am not I a pendant for telling you what I have been reading? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness -

Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavoreless.

Twas my one glory - Let it be Remembered I was owned of Thee.

And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there.

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I have never knowingly dated a Republican.

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake… Emily Dickinson XIX: A Snake

Or reading poetry. Now there was a job that should exist. To spend one's days in the company of Blake and Dickinson, Yeats and Hopkins, Auden and Milton. To fill one's mind with their wisdom, the music of their words. Today

Two formidable difficulties at once presented themselves: half the correspondence—the letters Dickinson received—had been destroyed and her own letters are undated after 1855.

To approach Emily Dickinson through the feud, to search out why it happened and to follow its consequences to the present day, is one of many possible stories. A feud, at least, is verifiable.

A double life is not surprising: it's almost inevitable with intelligent women of Dickinson's homebound generation.

Mabel Todd would take possession of Dickinson's papers and market them on her own terms, so that the strange nature of the poet became obscured.

A wreath of white daisies from the Dickinson meadow were the only flowers allowed.