Emily Dickinson Quotes

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

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.

Anger as soon as fed is dead - `Tis starving makes it fat.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

Forever is composed of nows.

There`s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--

I dwell in possibility...

My friends are my estate.

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

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

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

My life closed twice before its` close- It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me. So huge, so hopeless to concieve As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- `Tis starving makes it fat.

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

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

For Love is Immortality.

Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

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

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.