60+ Emily Dickinson Quotes: Finding Inspiration in Simplicity

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

Forever is composed of nows.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – And sings the tunes without the words – And never stops at all.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.

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.

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

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

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away…

The Soul selects her own Society.

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

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

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

I dwell in possibility.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. Espousing the former is not defending the latter.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

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.

A power of Butterfly must be – The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky –

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

A morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

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

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

A Word is Dead A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

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

I have an appetite for silence.

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

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

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.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

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

The brain is wider than the sky.

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

You can stay young as long as you learn.

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

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to… to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.

They might not need me, but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

I don’t profess to be profound, but I do lay claim to common sense.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

We turn not older with the years but newer every day.

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Till I loved I never lived.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — ‘Consider the Lilies.

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

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

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

Fortune befriends the bold.

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

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

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

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

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

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- ‘Tis starving makes it fat.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

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