Quotes by Emily Dickinson

“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

“Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.”

“The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care”

“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.”

“Till I loved I never lived.”

“Water is taught by thirst;Land, by the oceans passed;Transport, by throe;Peace, by its battles told;Love, by memorial mould;Birds, by the snow.”

“That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality”

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

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”

“We never know how high we areTill we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,Our statures touch the skies.The heroism we reciteWould be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the cubits warpFo...”

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”

“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”

“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.”

“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle...”

“If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.”

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading treading till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum Kept beating beat...”

“Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the ...”

“A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.”