About Author : Emily Dickinson was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After being schooled at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before retiring to her family’s house, the Homestead. Throughout her adult life she rarely traveled outside of Amherst or very far from home. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson Sayings and Quotations
Hope is the thing with feathers — that perches in the soul — and sings the tune without words — and never stops at all.
Faith is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
If I can stop one heart from breaking If I can ease one pain Then my life will not have been in vain.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Love with very young people is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst or to get drunk it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
A word is dead when it is said some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
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.
The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.
A Shade upon the mind there passes As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses.
I dwell in possibility.