Quotes by Emily Dickinson

They might not need me but they might. Ill let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

“Success is counted sweetest by those neer succeed.”

“Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.”

“Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how Im watching for you, but the words wont come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I wont injure you.”

“Till I loved I never lived.”

“Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.”

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.”

“A wounded dear leaps the highest”

“I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.”

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

“Tell all the truth but tell it slant.”

“Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.”

“Kein Schiff trägt uns besser in ferne Länder, als ein Buch.”

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”

“Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....”