I tasted life. — Emily Dickinson

Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired–I will never be noisy when you want to be still…nobody else will see me, but you–but that is enough–I shall not want any more. — Emily Dickinson

Life is the finest secret. So long as that remains, we must all whisper. — Emily Dickinson

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life. — Emily Dickinson

Love is like life–merely longer. — Emily Dickinson

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. — Emily Dickinson

In this short life that only lasts ah hour how much–how little–is withIn our power. — Emily Dickinson

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. — Emily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit–Life! — Emily Dickinson

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime. — Emily Dickinson

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. — Emily Dickinson

In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one’s hopes in a pile of broken crockery. — Emily Dickinson

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. — Emily Dickinson

A death–blow is a life–blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. — Emily Dickinson

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it. — Emily Dickinson

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. — Emily Dickinson

How odd that girl’s life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I’m wife! stop there! — Emily Dickinson

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things. — Emily Dickinson

I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred. — Emily Dickinson

I took one Draught of Life–I’ll tell you what I paid–Precisely an existence–The market price, they said. — Emily Dickinson

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. — Emily Dickinson

Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted. — Emily Dickinson

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 robin into his nest again, i shall not live in vain. — Emily Dickinson

She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. — Emily Dickinson

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there. — Emily Dickinson

The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think––… There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until — Emily Dickinson

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime. — Emily Dickinson

Hope . . . never stops at all. — Emily Dickinson

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

The Things that never can come back, are several–Childhood–some forms of Hope–the Dead. — Emily Dickinson

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within. — Emily Dickinson

I have been bent and broken, but–I hope–into a better shape. — Emily Dickinson

The heart wants what it wants–or else it does not care. — Emily Dickinson

The hearts that never lean must fall. — Emily Dickinson

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow. — Emily Dickinson

Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide. — Emily Dickinson

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. — Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. — Emily Dickinson

They say that ‘home is where the heart is.’ I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings. — Emily Dickinson

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. — Emily Dickinson

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near. — Emily Dickinson

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. — Emily Dickinson

To shut your eyes is to travel. — Emily Dickinson

Publication–is the auction of the mind. — Emily Dickinson

Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved–the site of it by architect could not again be proved. — Emily Dickinson

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind–The Mind is a single State–The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent–One–is the Population–Numerous enough–This ecstatic Nation Seek–it is Yourself. — Emily Dickinson

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. — Emily Dickinson

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind–Thy windy will to bear! — Emily Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. — Emily Dickinson

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind–As if my Brain had split–I tried to match it–Seam by Seam–But could not make it fit. — Emily Dickinson

Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician’s mind–His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind. — Emily Dickinson

His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. — Emily Dickinson

Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze…, Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind–Thy windy will to bear! — Emily Dickinson

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

The brain is wider than the sky. — Emily Dickinson

The only Commandment I ever obeyed–’Consider the Lilies. — Emily Dickinson

Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun. — Emily Dickinson

The Soul should always stand ajar. — Emily Dickinson

Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul — Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. — Emily Dickinson

The Soul selects her own Society. — Emily Dickinson

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul. — Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? — Emily Dickinson

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. — Emily Dickinson

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid–as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. — Emily Dickinson

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. — Emily Dickinson

There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site–that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself––Finite infinity. — Emily Dickinson

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul–BOOKS. — Emily Dickinson

It is easy to work when the soul is at play. — Emily Dickinson

What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot–The opening of a Door. — Emily Dickinson

And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll. — Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the words without the tune, and never stops at all. — Emily Dickinson

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still… I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose. — Emily Dickinson

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself. — Emily Dickinson

Lest I should be old–fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. — Emily Dickinson

How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world! — Emily Dickinson

The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind. — Emily Dickinson

All things do go a–courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair. — Emily Dickinson

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world. — Emily Dickinson

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine. — Emily Dickinson

Nothing is the force that renovates the World. — Emily Dickinson

I tasted–careless–then–I did not know the Wine Came once a World–Did you? Oh, had you told me so–This Thirst would blister–easier–now — Emily Dickinson

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. — Emily Dickinson

There is no Silence in the Earth–so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World. — Emily Dickinson

This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond–Invisible, as Music–But positive, as Sound. — Emily Dickinson

Nature is what we know–Yet have not art to say–So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity. — Emily Dickinson

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm. — Emily Dickinson

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! — Emily Dickinson

Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem. — Emily Dickinson

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God. — Emily Dickinson

Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted. — Emily Dickinson

A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels. — Emily Dickinson

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last–I’m going, all along. — Emily Dickinson

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. — Emily Dickinson

Nature is what we see–the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear… — Emily Dickinson

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above. — Emily Dickinson

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here. — Emily Dickinson

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June–and in it are my friends–every one of them. — Emily Dickinson

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. — Emily Dickinson

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally. — Emily Dickinson