1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.

I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir,— It grew as I pursued, Till when, around a crag, It wasted from my sight, Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, I learned its sweetness right.

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-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-

Cada uno de los seres que perdemosalgo nuestro se lleva, aunque dejándonoscomo un cuarto menguantey en las noches mas turbiasva a recibir lo mismo que la luna la llamada fatal de las mareas".

Read, sweet, how others strove,Till we are stouter;What they renounced,Till we are less afraid;How many times they boreThe faithful witness,Till we are helped,As if a kingdom cared!Read then of faithThat shone above the fagot;Clear strains of hymnThe river could not drown;Brave names of menAnd celestial women,Passed out of recordInto renown!

I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...

A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

The Martyr PoetsThe Martyr Poets — did not tell — But wrought their Pang in syllable — That when their mortal name be numb — Their mortal fate — encourage Some — The Martyr Painters — never spoke — Bequeathing — rather — to their WorkThat when their conscious fingers cease — Some seek in Art — the Art of Peace —

Her breast is fit for pearls,But I was not a "Diver" - Her brow is fit for thronesBut I have not a crest,Her heart is fit for home-I- a Sparrow- build thereSweet of twigs and twineMy perennial nest.