1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business,—just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there?

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

I am afraid to own a Body—I am afraid to own a Soul—

To fight aloud, is very brave-But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe-Who win, and nations do not see-Who fall- and none observe-Whose dying eyes, no CountryRegards with patriot love-We trust, in plumed processionFor such, the Angels go-Rank after rank, with even feet-And Uniforms of snow.

It is too difficult a Grace-To justify the Dream-

It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.

Il troppo mi urta - è così insolito.Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata -come una bacca di fratta montanatrapiantata sulla strada.E non avevo fame. Allora capiiche la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine dal di fuori.L'entrare, la disperde.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

The Soul selects her own Society.