Quotes from Emily Dickinson

Renunciation--is a piercing Virtue-- The letting go A Presence--for an Expectation

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?»

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A clock stopped -- not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him.

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the knife, Baffle, if it cost you Everything in life. Then, if it have burrowed Out of reach of skill, Ring the tree and leave it, — 'Tis the vermin's will.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door

Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.

Dove tu sei, quella è casa.

Chi conta le conchiglie nella notte per vedere che non ne manchi nessuna?

It's all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors –

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate a Throe— The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death— Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung.

XVI. Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, — Life!

XXXVII. If I shouldn't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb. If I couldn't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my granite lip!

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit— Life!

Dying is a wild night and a new road

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become — Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.

Si pudiera impedir que un corazón se rompa no habré vivido en vano. Si pudiera calmar el dolor de una vida, o hacer más llevadera una tristeza. o ayudar a algún débil petirrojo a que vuelva a su nido, no habré vivido en vano.

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more –

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

I lived on Dread — To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger — Other impetus Is numb — and Vitalless — As 'twere a Spur — upon the Soul — A Fear will urge it where To go without the Sceptre's aid Were Challenging Despair.

COBWEBS. The spider as an artist    Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit    Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget    Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius,    I take thee by the hand.

And so, upon this wise I prayed, — Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me.

SUMMER SHOWER. A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be! The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected lutes, And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.