1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions— It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the LightOf unannointed Blaze— Least Village, boasts it’s Blacksmith— Whose Anvil’s even ringStands symbol for the finer Forge That soundless tugs—within— Refining these impatient Ores With Hammer, and with Blaze Until the designated Light Repudiate the Forge—

A Death blow is a Life blow to SomeWho till they died, did not alive become —Who had they lived, had died but whenThey died, Vitality begun.

Perhaps I asked too large —I take — no less than skies —For Earths, grow thick asBerries, in my native town —My Basket holds — just — Firmaments —Those — dangle easy — on my arm,But smaller bundles — Cram.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

Not knowing when the dawn will comeI open every door.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.

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!

Who counts the wampum of the night to see that none is due?