Quotes from Emily Dickinson

Conosco delle vite di cui potrei fare a meno senza dolore alcuno altre un istante d'assenza delle quali sarebbe un'eternità queste ultime scarse di numero non sono nemmeno due le prime un orizzonte di moscerini facilmente supererebbero

The motions of the dipping birds

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – For Occupation – This – The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise –

I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room— He questioned softly Why I failed? For Beauty, I replied— And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are, He said— And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night— We talked between the Rooms— Until the Moss had reached our lips— And covered up—Our names—

Alone, I cannot be - For Hosts - do visit me - Recordless Company - Who baffle Key - They have no Robes, nor Names - No Almanacs - nor Climes - But general Homes Like Gnomes - Their Coming, may be known By Couriers within - Their going - is not - For they've never gone -

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

Peril as a possession 'T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There's Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature's creases As clean as Fire.

In this short life that only lasts an hour / How much – how little – is within our power.

And dip your fingers in the frost:

Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is love — shall intercede for us!

If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair

I lived on dread;

Cada uno de los seres que perdemos algo nuestro se lleva, aunque dejándonos como un cuarto menguante y en las noches mas turbias va a recibir lo mismo que la luna la llamada fatal de las mareas.

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns

Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

Non conosciamo mai la nostra altezza Finché non siamo chiamati ad alzarci. E se siamo fedeli al nostro compito Arriva al cielo la nostra statura. L'eroismo che allora recitiamo Sarebbe quotidiano, se noi stessi Non c'incurvassimo di cubiti Per la paura di essere dei re

To hang our head ostensibly, And subsequent to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind, Affords the sly presumption That, in so dense a fuzz, You, too, take cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of gauze !

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

On this wondrous sea - Sailing silently - Ho! pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o'er? In the silent west Many a sails at rest, Their anchors fast Thither I pilot thee Land, ho! Eternity! Ashore at last!

Dear Friend - You are like God. We pray to Him, & He answers No Then we pray to Him to rescind the No, & He don't answer at all ...

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

Weeds triumphant ranged

Love is immortality Che sempre amai questo ti sia di prova: che per quanto abbia amato Non ho vissuto abbastanza. Che amerò sempre te lo assicuro, l'amore è vita - e la vita è immortale. Dubiti ancora, Amore? Ecco, allora non ho altro da mostrare che il mio Calvario.

My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear ; Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed. So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament.