Emily Dickinson Quotes

Let us go in; the fog is rising.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear__ Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

Rearrange a ‘Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man!

‘Eternity’ is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble— Divides abode with me— No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.

The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee— A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracy—

The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small—Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise.

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not.

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The soul cannot be rid—As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

Ample make this Bed—Make this Bed with Awe—In it wait till Judgement break Excellent and Fair.

Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped for me—The carriage held but just Ourselves—And Immortality.

One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted—One need not be a House—The brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place—

I cannot live with You—It would be Life—And Life is over there—Behind the Shelf.

The Brain—is wider than the Sky.