1,046 Quotes by Emily Dickinson

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep."I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit.The thought behind, I strove to joinUnto the thought before—But Sequence ravelled out of SoundLike Balls—upon a Floor.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—True Poems flee—

Is Bliss then, such Abyss,I must not put my foot amissFor fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my footThan save my Boot --For yet to buy another Pairis possible,At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once.The Patent lostNone buy it any more --

We never know we go,—when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnIndicative that suns go down;The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass.

Not with a club, the Heart is brokenNor with a Stone –A Whip so small you could not see itI've known

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.