Quotes by Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
For love is immortality.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
I'm nobody, who are you?
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
The fog is rising.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
The Brain is wider than the sky-.
I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour, milk, saleratus, etc., with a deal of grace. I advise you if you dont know how to make the staff of life to learn with dispatch.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
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 conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality.
Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend?
