Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

— Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Quotes

I thought that storm was brief, – The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky.

— Emily Dickinson

Stands the sun so close and mighty That our minds are hot.

— Emily Dickinson

And only the waves reply.

— Emily Dickinson

I should have had the joy Without the fear to justify, –.

— Emily Dickinson

Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling.

— Emily Dickinson

She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s eve;.

— Emily Dickinson

I like a look of agony, Because I know it ’s true;.

— Emily Dickinson

Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?

— Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet.

— Emily Dickinson

A horror so refined.

— Emily Dickinson

To pile like Thunder to its close, Then crumble grand away, While everything created hid – This would be Poetry: Or Love, – the two coeval came – We both and neither prove, Experience either, and consume – For none see God and live.

— Emily Dickinson

Some things that fly there be, – Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:.

— Emily Dickinson

I know some lonely houses off the road.

— Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, – A ribbon at a time.

— Emily Dickinson

By the time a full compendium of her work appeared in the mid-1950s, she already had been recognized as a towering figure of American literature.

— Emily Dickinson

In this short life, that only last an hour merely. How much how little is within our power.

— Emily Dickinson

As there are apartments in our own minds that we never enter without apology we should respect the seals of others.

— Emily Dickinson

The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, – Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.

— Emily Dickinson

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

— Emily Dickinson

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

— Emily Dickinson
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