Emily Dickinson Quotes

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

I dwell in possibility.

To live is so startling, it leaves time for little else.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

The brain is wider than the sky.

I took my power in my hand and went against the world.

A word is dead when it is said, some say.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Forever is composed of nows.

A bird came down the walk: he did not know I saw.

Wild nights should be our luxury.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

The soul has moments of escape—when bursting all the doors—she dances like a bomb, abroad.

Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.

Beauty crowds me till I die.

Snow flakes. I tasted snow.

Surgeons must be very careful when they take the knife!

Saying nothing…sometimes says the most.

Demure death – the table near.

My soul, more bent with cold than thou, rose, shaking from its wings, and pairs of hammers, as an eave, for omnipotent storm.

So have I sight or hearing?

Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Emily Dickinson Quotes part 2

Tell the truth but tell it slant.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.

To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.

The soul selects her own society.

The heart asks pleasure first, and then excuse from pain.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise.

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away.

To see the summer sky is poetry, though never in a book it lie.

A wounded deer leaps highest.

Fortune’s expensive smile is earned.

He ate and drank the precious words, his spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was dust.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee.

A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the King.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.

I dwell in possibilities.

The soul’s distinct connection with immortality.

To fight aloud, is very brave… But gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the cavalry of woe.

Alfred Sorsazo

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