40 Emily Dickinson quotes perfect for poetry lovers

The word dies the moment it is spoken – some say. I say that she begins to live in that moment.

Forever is made up of nows.

Success seems sweet to those who don’t achieve it.

Hope has wings, it makes the soul fly. She sings the melody even though she doesn’t know the words and never gives up. Never!

In the face of a broken heart, no one else can speak without having had the great privilege of having suffered as well.

Through thirst, water is learned.

I don’t know when dawn will come, so I open all doors.

Living is such an amazing thing that there is little time left for anything else.

If I can alleviate the suffering of a lifetime, or if I can help a weak bird find its nest. Life will have been worth it.

If I can stop a heart from breaking, I won’t live in vain.

The heart has narrow edges.

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

The morning without you is a waning dawn.

This is my letter to the world, which you never wrote to me.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Living is so amazing that it leaves little time for anything else.

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

It doesn’t have to be a chamber to be haunted, it doesn’t have to be a house. The brain has corridors overcoming material place.

Farewell is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

They say time softens. This is missing the truth. Real pain gets stronger, like muscles, with age.

Water is taught by thirst; the land, by oceans sailed; ecstasy, from affliction; peace, by the combats narrated; love, through the ash of memory and through the snow, the birds.

If time were medicine, no evil would exist.

All we know about love is that love is all there is.

The dearest of all times, the strongest friends of the soul: books!

I’m out with flashlights, looking for myself.

We don’t get older with the years, but younger every day.

Until love, I never lived.

A great hope fell, you didn’t hear any noise. The ruin was within.

Love is before life, after death, initial of creation and exponent of breath.

Those who have not found heaven below will fail above.

I’ve been bent and broken, but – I hope – in a better shape.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you also nobody? So it’s the two of us! Do not say! They banned us, you know! How boring to be someone.

The memory, no one makes it grow when it has lost its root. Squeezing around the earth, keeping it upright, might fool the universe, but it doesn’t get the plant back.

Your brain is wider than the sky.

Love is its own rescue; for we, in our supreme, are but its trembling emblems.

I hope your walks have been pleasant and your daydreams broad.

I see you better in the dark. I don’t need light.

I never saw a heath, I never saw the sea. However, I know what heather looks like, and what wave it must be. I never spoke to God, nor visited heaven. Yet I am sure of the place, as if a map were given.