1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

Fame is the one that does not stayIt's occupant must dieOr out of sight of estimateAscend incessantlyOr be that most insolvent thingA Lightning in the GermElectrical the embryoBut we demand the Flame

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound

In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town, ―Meek at whose everlasting feetA myriad daisies play.Which, sir, are you, and which am I.Upon an August day?

I HIDE myself within my flowerThat wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too—And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness...

Witchcraft was hung, in History,But History and IFind all the Witchcraft that we needAround us, every Day -

Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

Did the harebell loose her girdleTo the lover bee,Would the bee the harebell hallowMuch as formerly?