Words matter. These are the best Emily Dickinson Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.
God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
I dwell in possibility.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Forever is composed of nows.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Fortune befriends the bold.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Where thou art, that is home.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
