Quotes by Emily Dickinson

In the name of the bee
And of the butterfly
And of the breeze, amen!

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

A Murmur in the Trees - to note -
Not loud enough - for Wind -
A Star - not far enough to seek -
Nor near enough - to find -

Presentiment - is that long Shadow - on the Lawn -
Indicative that Suns go down -

The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness - is about to pass -

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.

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

The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

It might be easier
   To fail with land in sight,
That gain my blue peninsula
   To perish of delight.

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.