My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can. Emily Dickinson needlessailorknows Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. Emily Dickinson awfuleyesoul There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. Emily Dickinson landreadingbook God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me. Emily Dickinson crumbsjusticebird Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"? Emily Dickinson criteriaatheismlovers 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 secretmindmen To die before one fears to die may be a boon. Emily Dickinson boondiesmay Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground Emily Dickinson seedslonging We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore. Emily Dickinson antiquesfashionlove You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate. Emily Dickinson wickedtemptationmean in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power. Emily Dickinson short-lifelastslittles Pain has an element of blank Emily Dickinson blankelementspain Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true Emily Dickinson knightsearthheaven You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor. Emily Dickinson cedarsdrawerswind The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam. Emily Dickinson steeplessquirrelsnews The dandelion's pallid tube Emily Dickinson dandelionsinfinitewinter A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think. Emily Dickinson dressesbookthinking THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more. Emily Dickinson waitingdoorsheaven These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. Emily Dickinson birdtwolooks It is finished, is never said of us Emily Dickinson finishedsaid
