Quotes from Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you're straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

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

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

To be alive??is Power.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

To see her is a picture— To hear her is a tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction— To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.

in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

My friends are my estate.

I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I'm used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— 'Twas the New Liquor— That was all!

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— As if my Brain had split— I tried to match it—Seam by Seam— But could not make it fit.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, That must have been the sun!

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

open me carefully

My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf