1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

The palate of hate departs,Anger as soon as fed is dead;'Tis starving makes it fat.

There's a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes –Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –We can find no scar,But internal difference –Where the Meanings, are –None may teach it – Any –'Tis the seal Despair –An imperial afflictionSent us of the Air –When it comes, the Landscape listens –Shadows – hold their breath –When it goes, 'tis like the DistanceOn the look of Death –

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

Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.

Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest againI shall not live in vain.

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

The past is such a curious creature,To look her in the faceA transport may reward us,Or a disgrace.Unarmed if any meet her,I charge them, fly !Her rusty ammunitionMight yet reply !

Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn epauletted white—I should not fear the foe then—I should not fear the fight!