Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (born 10 December 1830, Amherst, Massachusetts, United States – died 15 May 1886, Amherst, Massachusetts, United States) was an American poet. Unrecognized in her own time, Dickinson is now known posthumously for her innovative use of form and syntax. She wrote hundreds of poems and letters exploring themes of death, faith, emotions, and truth.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.Forever is composed of nows.If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.Saying nothing sometimes says the most.That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.Bring me the sunset in a cup.Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.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.Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.Beauty is not caused. It is.I dwell in possibility.Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.We turn not older with years but newer every day.To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.Pardon my sanity in a world insane.People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.Nature is a Haunted House—but Art—a House that tries to be haunted.To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.You can stay young as long as you learn.My friends are my estate.The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul – BOOKS.Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away, Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.
Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.Till I loved I never lived.To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.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.The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.A wounded deer leaps the highest.I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.I have an appetite for silence.The brain is wider than the sky.Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.Tell the truth, but tell it slant.Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
