Top 500 Emily Dickinson Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly – and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn’t think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.”

— Emily Dickinson

402. “Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?”

— Emily Dickinson

403. “Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid – as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.”

— Emily Dickinson

404. “A Deed knocks first at Thought And then – it knocks at Will – That is the manufacturing spot.”

— Emily Dickinson

405. “I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.”

— Emily Dickinson

406. “Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known?”

— Emily Dickinson

407. “Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.”

— Emily Dickinson

408. “If I wasn’t a perfect woman, I’d bust you in the nose.”

— Emily Dickinson

409. “Beauty crowds me till I die.”

— Emily Dickinson

410. “Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.”

— Emily Dickinson

411. “There are depths in every Consciousness, from which we cannot rescue ourselves – to which none can go with us.”

— Emily Dickinson

412. “He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.”

— Emily Dickinson

413. “An ill heart, like a body, has its more comfortable days, and then its days of pain, its long relapse, when rallying requires more effort than to dissolve life, and death looks choiceless.”

— Emily Dickinson

414. “Beauty crowds me till I die.” Emily Dickinson.”

— Emily Dickinson

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

— Emily Dickinson

416. “Consciousness is the only home of which we know.”

— Emily Dickinson

417. “God’s little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.”

— Emily Dickinson

418. “His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.”

— Emily Dickinson

419. “Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.”

— Emily Dickinson

420. “None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...”

— Emily Dickinson

421. “Publication – is the auction of the mind...”

— Emily Dickinson

422. “Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.”

— Emily Dickinson

423. “When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth “for His mercy endureth forever,” with confiding revulsion.”

— Emily Dickinson

424. “I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too – And angels know the rest.”

— Emily Dickinson

425. “The Dark – felt beautiful –.”

— Emily Dickinson

426. “It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. – – is still with the sister who put her child in an ice nest last Monday forenoon. The redoubtable God! I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.”

— Emily Dickinson

427. “The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.”

— Emily Dickinson

428. “I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie... My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.”

— Emily Dickinson

429. “Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?”

— Emily Dickinson

430. “I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold – though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.”

— Emily Dickinson

431. “The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.”

— Emily Dickinson

432. “I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.”

— Emily Dickinson

433. “I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...”

— Emily Dickinson

434. “Harm is one of those things that I always mean to keep clear of, but somehow my intentions and me don’t chime as they ought, and people will get hit with stones that I throw at my neighbor’s dogs...”

— Emily Dickinson

435. “Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”

— Emily Dickinson

436. “Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I’m watching for you, but the words won’t 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 won’t injure you.”

— Emily Dickinson

437. “Art is a house that tries to be haunted.”

— Emily Dickinson

438. “To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -.”

— Emily Dickinson

439. “To die before one fears to die may be a boon.”

— Emily Dickinson

440. “When I lost the use of my Eyes it was a comfort to think there were so few real books that I could easily find some one to read me all of them.”

— Emily Dickinson

441. “Fulfilling absolute decree in casual simplicity.”

— Emily Dickinson

442. “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

443. “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

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

— Emily Dickinson

445. “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

446. “The soul should always stand ajar.”

— Emily Dickinson

447. “Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.”

— Emily Dickinson

448. “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

449. “I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea – no care how Blue – between your Soul, and you.”

— Emily Dickinson

450. “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