1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

Forever is composed of nows.

Impossibility, like wineExhilarates the manWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavoreless.

Immortal is an ample wordWhen what we need is byBut when it leaves us for a time'Tis a necessity.Of Heaven above the firmest proofWe fundamental knowExcept for its marauding HandIt had been Heaven below.

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze,Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door,To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred —The Bushes — they were Bells —I could not find a PrivacyFrom Nature's sentinels —In Cave if I presumed to hideThe Walls — begun to tell —Creation seemed a mighty Crack —To make me visible —

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.

We are the only poets,” Emily told Susan, “and everyone else is prose.