1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

Experiment to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel? The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me.

Twas my one glory -Let it be RememberedI was owned of Thee.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

My Life had stood-- a Loaded Gun

The Daisy follows soft the Sun—And when his golden walk is done—Sits shyly at his feet—He—waking—finds the flower there—Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?Because, Sir, love is sweet!We are the flower—Thou the Sun!Forgive us, if as days decline—We nearer steal to thee!Enamored of the parting West—The peace—the flight—the Amethyst—Night's possibility!

This world is just a little place, just the red in the sky, before the sun rises, so let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing.

An ill heart, like a body, has its more comfortable days, and then its days of pain, its long relapse, when rallying requires more effort than to dissolve life, and death looks choiceless.

There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory can step Around – across – opon it – As one within a Swoon – Goes safely – where an open eye – Would drop Him – Bone by Bone.