"I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own."
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Emily Dickinson quotes (page 5 of 26)
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"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?"
"I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!"
"A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here."
"The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man."
"My friends are my estate."
"The Soul should always stand ajar."
"The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS."
"I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given."
"Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned."
"Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-."
"I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world."
"Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue."
"The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam."
"The Soul selects her own Society."
"To travel far, there is no better ship than a book."
"Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light."
"Where thou art, that is home."
"To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—"
"Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-."