Quotes from Emily Dickinson

The Soul selects her own Society.

your brain is wider than the sky

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging, I may remember him!

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

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

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

I wish you a kinder sea.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.