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Adversity
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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
-Emily Dickinson
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Anger
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Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.
-Emily Dickinson
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Authors & Writing
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Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
-Emily Dickinson
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Beauty
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
-Emily Dickinson
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Belief
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The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
-Emily Dickinson
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Birds
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I hope you love birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
-Emily Dickinson, Letter in Letters of Emily Dickinson, ed. Mabel Loomis Todd, 1894, 1885
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Bravery
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
-Emily Dickinson
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Bread
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I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour, milk, saleratus, etc., with a deal of grace. I advise you if you dont know how to make the staff of life to learn with dispatch.
-Emily Dickinson
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Death
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Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.
-Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop For Death
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Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
-Emily Dickinson
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Dying is a wild night and a new road.
-Emily Dickinson
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Let us go in; the fog is rising.
-Emily Dickinson
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Dissent
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Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .
-Emily Dickinson
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Doctors
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Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit - Life!
-Emily Dickinson
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Fame
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Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
-Emily Dickinson
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God
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
-Emily Dickinson
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Heart
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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, Complete Poems 1924
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Heaven
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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
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Home
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Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- or Dome of Worm -- or Porch of Gnome -- or some Elf's Catacomb?
-Emily Dickinson
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Where thou art, that is home.
-Emily Dickinson
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Hope
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words -- and never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Composition date: 1861
-Emily Dickinson, The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson, edited by R. W. Franklin
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Insects
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His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
-Emily Dickinson
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Joy, Excitement
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
-Emily Dickinson
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Last Words
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The fog is rising.
-Emily Dickinson
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Books by and about Emily Dickinson