1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

Dreams are the subtle dower that make us rich an hour. Then fling us poor out of the purple door. Into the precinct raw possessed before.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, / And Mourners to and fro / Kept treading — treading — till it seemed / That Sense was breaking through —

Strong Droughts of Their Refreshing Minds / To drink—enables Mine / Through Desert or the Wilderness / As bore it Sealed Wine—

I meant to find Her when I came— / Death—had the same design— / But the Success—was His—it seems— / And the Surrender—Mine—/

At least—to pray—is left—is left— / Oh Jesus—in the Air— / I know not which thy chamber is— / I'm knocking—everywhere— / Thou settest Earthquake in the South— / And Maelstrom, in the Sea— / Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth— / Hast thou no Arm for Me?

I taste a liquor never brewed, / From tankards scooped in pearl; / Not all the vats upon the Rhine / Yield such an alcohol!

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the Exponent of earth.

Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it.

As imperceptibly as Grief / The Summer lapsed away— / Too imperceptible at last / To seem like Perfidy—