Top 500 Emily Dickinson Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now.”

— Emily Dickinson

452. “Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.”

— Emily Dickinson

453. “Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.”

— Emily Dickinson

454. “No weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.”

— Emily Dickinson

455. “Oh the Earth was made for lovers.”

— Emily Dickinson

456. “It’s a great thing to be “great,” Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!”

— Emily Dickinson

457. “Life is death we’re lengthy at.”

— Emily Dickinson

458. “The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, – Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.”

— Emily Dickinson

459. “That Love is all there is Is all we know of Love, It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove.”

— Emily Dickinson

460. “Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!”

— Emily Dickinson

461. “The soul should always stand ajar.”

— Emily Dickinson

462. “Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet.”

— Emily Dickinson

463. “Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...”

— Emily Dickinson

464. “THE SNOW. It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool.”

— Emily Dickinson

465. “And only the waves reply.”

— Emily Dickinson

466. “Peril as a possession ‘T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There’s Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature’s creases As clean as Fire.”

— Emily Dickinson

467. “The thought is quiet as a flake, –.”

— Emily Dickinson

468. “I know some lonely houses off the road.”

— Emily Dickinson

469. “I thought that storm was brief, – The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky.”

— Emily Dickinson

470. “I’ll tell you how the sun rose, – A ribbon at a time.”

— Emily Dickinson

471. “DAWN. When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.”

— Emily Dickinson

472. “To pile like Thunder to its close, Then crumble grand away, While everything created hid – This would be Poetry: Or Love, – the two coeval came – We both and neither prove, Experience either, and consume – For none see God and live.”

— Emily Dickinson

473. “The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear.”

— Emily Dickinson

474. “And so, upon this wise I prayed, – Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me.”

— Emily Dickinson

475. “There’s been a death in the opposite house.”

— Emily Dickinson

476. “To subdue the bumble-bee!”

— Emily Dickinson

477. “He lived where dreams were sown. His presence is enchantment, You beg him not to go; Old volumes shake their vellum heads And tantalize, just so.”

— Emily Dickinson

478. “I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.”

— Emily Dickinson

479. “If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...”

— Emily Dickinson

480. “This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies.”

— Emily Dickinson

481. “I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.”

— Emily Dickinson

482. “I mourn this morning, Susie, that I have no sweet sunset to gild a page for you, nor any bay so blue – not even a little chamber way up in the sky, as yours is, to give me thoughts of heaven, which I would give to you. You know how I must write you, down, down, in the terrestrial – no sunset here, no stars; not even a bit of twilight which I may poetize – and send you!”

— Emily Dickinson

483. “I meant to have but modest needs, Such as content, and heaven;.”

— Emily Dickinson

484. “Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling.”

— Emily Dickinson

485. “Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.”

— Emily Dickinson

486. “The murmur of a bee.”

— Emily Dickinson

487. “Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?”

— Emily Dickinson

488. “REMORSE. Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, – A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It’s past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. Remorse is cureless, – the disease Not even God can heal; For ‘t is his institution, – The complement of hell.”

— Emily Dickinson

489. “Not even God can heal; For ‘t is his institution, – The complement of hell.”

— Emily Dickinson

490. “It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet.”

— Emily Dickinson

491. “As if the chart were given.”

— Emily Dickinson

492. “A horror so refined.”

— Emily Dickinson

493. “Don’t you know that “No” is the wildest word we consign to Language?”

— Emily Dickinson

494. “When bumble-bees in solemn flight.”

— Emily Dickinson

495. “There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see.”

— Emily Dickinson

496. “Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.”

— Emily Dickinson

497. “If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I’d count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen’s land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I’d toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.”

— Emily Dickinson

498. “The heaven we chase.”

— Emily Dickinson

499. “Cherries suit robins;.”

— Emily Dickinson

500. “Shadows hold their breath;.”

— Emily Dickinson