Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he? Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away. Emily Dickinson eden house happiness 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 would-be spring morning September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher. Emily Dickinson crow heart fun Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him! Emily Dickinson light heart night The Truth never flaunted a sign. Emily Dickinson positive-atheism atheism How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! Emily Dickinson nature summer tree November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. Emily Dickinson november norway years To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. Emily Dickinson time memories life The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal Emily Dickinson loneliness soul dark The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind. Emily Dickinson would-be science religion I tasted life. Emily Dickinson A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew. Emily Dickinson butterfly air summer A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day. Emily Dickinson enthusiasm said writing Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence. Emily Dickinson dark forever thinking My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - Emily Dickinson loaded owners gun How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning? Emily Dickinson clothes morning people I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. Emily Dickinson arguing love life There is a Zone whose even Years Emily Dickinson june summer years LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! Emily Dickinson eye time looks I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me. Emily Dickinson earth love heaven
