Great Throughts Treasury

A database of quotes

Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

American Poet

"Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality."

"Unto my Books-so good to turn-Far ends of tired Days-It half endears the Abstinence-And Pain-is missed-in Praise-As Flavors-cheer Retarded Guests with Banquettings to be-so Spices-stimulate the time till my small Library-It may be Wilderness-without-Far feet of failing Men-But Holiday-excludes the night-And it is Bells-within-I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf-Their Countenances Kid Enamor-in Prospective-And satisfy-obtained-"

"We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble."

"We dream — it is good we are dreaming — it would hurt us — were we awake —but since it is playing — kill us, and we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally —it is a truth — of Blood —but we — are dying in Drama —and Drama — is never dead — cautious — We jar each other —and either — open the eyes — lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake —and the livid Surprise. Cool us to Shafts of Granite —with just an Age — and Name — and perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — it's prudenter — to dream —"

"We journey to the day, and tell each other how we sang to keep the dark away."

"We meet no Stranger, but Ourself."

"We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces so—We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—And crush our pretty play—And so we move as far as Enemies—away—Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—"

"We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore."

"We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the skies. The heroism we recite would be a daily thing, did not ourselves the cubits warp for fear to be a king."

"What inn is this where for the night peculiar traveler comes? Who is the landlord? Where are the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, no brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, who are these below?"

"Where Thou art - that - is Home."

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

"Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon."

"We were all very friendly but we were like 4 monarchs each doing their own thing."

"Who counts the shells in the night to see that you do not miss any?"

"Who has not found the heaven below will fail of it above. God's residence is next to mine, His furniture is love."

"Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured."

"Witchcraft was hung, in History, but History and I find all the Witchcraft that we need around us, every Day."

"You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself."

"Whose fingers string the stalactite- who counts the Wampum of the night."

"You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor."

"You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- e'en through the darkest night!"

"You think my gait 'spasmodic' - I am in danger - Sir - You think me 'uncontrolled' - I have no Tribunal."