The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-. Emily Dickinson ecstasyfellow-manmen Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Emily Dickinson good-morningcutelove There is no frigate like a book Emily Dickinson book We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-. Emily Dickinson fatedoorsdeath Till I loved I never lived. Emily Dickinson romanceloveromantic So instead of getting to Heaven, at last - I’m going, all along. Emily Dickinson preachinglastsheaven I dwell in possibilities . Emily Dickinson possibilityhealing They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. Emily Dickinson spiritualgodmemorable Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain -- Emily Dickinson majorityeyeinsanity It is better to be the hammer than the anvil. Emily Dickinson anvilshammers I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size. Emily Dickinson griefeyegrieving I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense. Emily Dickinson common-sensewords-of-wisdomprofound If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Emily Dickinson poetrytakenwriting Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Emily Dickinson failuremotivationalinspirational Elysium is as far as to Emily Dickinson elysiumhappinessfriendship I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious Emily Dickinson reveriehas-beenssweet Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown. Emily Dickinson cupsfriendshipthinking We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally— Emily Dickinson crushflowermoving We meet no Stranger, but Ourself. Emily Dickinson karmastranger The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy. Emily Dickinson springanimalfood
