Quotes by
Emily Dickinson |
1830-1886 , American poet
Lyric poet who lived in seclusion. Little-known during her life, though she was a prolific writer (1800 poems). Only after her death in 1886, when her younger sister, discovered her cache of poems, her work became public. Her first collection was published in 1890.
With W.Whitman, Dickinson is widely considered to be one of the two leading 19th-century American poets.
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Quotations
| • | That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. 4 |
| • | Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it. 3 |
| • | The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. 3 |
| • | Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times. 3 |
| • | Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon. 3 |
| • | People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles. 3 |
| • | I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine. 2 |
| • | To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. 1 |
| • | Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. 1 |
| • | The brain is wider than the sky. 1 |
| • | We turn not older with years but newer every day. 1 |
| • | If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things. 1 |
| • | Forever is composed of nows. 1 |
| • | There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else. 1 |
| • | I have an appetite for silence. 1 |
| • | Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes. 1 |
| • | If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. 1 |
| • | Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. 1 |
| • | Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. 1 |
| • | How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! 1 |
| • | Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. 1 |
| • | Art is a house that tries to be haunted. 1 |
Quotes in Verse
| • | I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too? 6 |
| • | Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane. 4 |
| • | The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. 3 |
| • | They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. 3 |
| • | Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! 3 |
| • | Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all. 2 |
| • | The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee. 2 |
| • | Dying is a wild night and a new road. 2 |
| • | My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them! 2 |
| • | Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is. 2 |
| • | They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; A smile as small as mine might be Precisely their necessity. 2 |
| • | Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell. 2 |
| • | Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself. 2 |
| • | I am out with lanterns, looking for myself. 1 |
| • | The Heart wants what it wants or else it does not care. 1 |
| • | You don’t have to be a house to be haunted. 1 |
| • | Bring me the sunset in a cup. 1 |
| • | To be alive – is Power. 1 |
| • | A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day. 1 |
| • | It is easy to work when the soul is at play. 1 |
| • | November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. 1 |
| • | There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. 1 |
| • | I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes; I wonder if It weighs like Mine, Or has an Easier size. 1 |
| • | But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse. 1 |
| • | I have been bent and broken, but –I hope– into a better shape. 1 |
| • | Anger as soon as fed is dead- ‘Tis starving makes it fat. 1 |
| • | To shut your eyes is to travel. 1 |
| • | There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away… 1 |
