Quotes from Emily Dickinson

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

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

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

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Till I loved I never lived.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

Forever is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home

The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -

Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it proved it proves too There was no Melody.

The Soul should always stand ajar.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.