Emily Dickinson
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Quotes from poems and letters of Emily Dickinson.
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
March 5, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
March is the Month of Expectation.
March 1, 2025 at 3:42 PM
March is the Month of Expectation.
“Why the full heart is speechless, is one of the great wherefores."
February 27, 2025 at 3:57 PM
“Why the full heart is speechless, is one of the great wherefores."
A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
February 27, 2025 at 3:55 PM
A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
"If you were here . . . we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language . . ."
February 27, 2025 at 3:51 PM
"If you were here . . . we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language . . ."
“My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!”
February 26, 2025 at 2:09 AM
“My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!”
Promise This—When You be Dying—
Some shall summon Me—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing—
Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
Not with Coins—though they be Minted
From an Emperor's Hand—
Be my lips—the only Buckle
Your low Eyes—demand—
Some shall summon Me—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing—
Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
Not with Coins—though they be Minted
From an Emperor's Hand—
Be my lips—the only Buckle
Your low Eyes—demand—
February 26, 2025 at 2:07 AM
Promise This—When You be Dying—
Some shall summon Me—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing—
Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
Not with Coins—though they be Minted
From an Emperor's Hand—
Be my lips—the only Buckle
Your low Eyes—demand—
Some shall summon Me—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing—
Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
Not with Coins—though they be Minted
From an Emperor's Hand—
Be my lips—the only Buckle
Your low Eyes—demand—
“ . . . You will forgive me, for I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the Dandelion, make but a sorry figure in a Drawing – room – . . . “
February 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM
“ . . . You will forgive me, for I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the Dandelion, make but a sorry figure in a Drawing – room – . . . “
“ . . . I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.”
February 22, 2025 at 3:13 PM
“ . . . I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.”
"I have a childish hope to gather all I love together – and sit down beside, and smile."
February 21, 2025 at 4:26 PM
"I have a childish hope to gather all I love together – and sit down beside, and smile."
February 21, 2025 at 4:24 PM
February 21, 2025 at 4:23 PM
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it."
February 20, 2025 at 8:28 PM
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it."
Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul—
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is licensed to be still.
#poetry
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul—
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is licensed to be still.
#poetry
February 20, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul—
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is licensed to be still.
#poetry
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul—
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is licensed to be still.
#poetry
February 19, 2025 at 2:21 PM
February 19, 2025 at 2:20 PM
February 18, 2025 at 10:12 PM
They say that “Time assuages” –
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady –
#poetry
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady –
#poetry
February 18, 2025 at 10:10 PM
They say that “Time assuages” –
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady –
#poetry
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady –
#poetry
“It is the Meek that Valor wear too mighty for the Bold."
February 18, 2025 at 10:09 PM
“It is the Meek that Valor wear too mighty for the Bold."
"I am pleasantly located in the deep sea, but love will row you out if her hands are strong . . . "
February 13, 2025 at 12:18 AM
"I am pleasantly located in the deep sea, but love will row you out if her hands are strong . . . "
February 13, 2025 at 12:16 AM