Quotes
Quotes - Dickinson
Then join in hand, brave Americans all!
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
Our cause is just, our union is perfect.
To live is so startling, it leave little time for anything else.
To live is so startling, it leave little time for anything else.
My friends are my estate.
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Art is a house that tries to be haunted.
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Anger as soon as fed is dead â 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
They are idols of hearts and of households; They are angels of God in disguise; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, His glory still gleams in their eyes; Those truants from home and from Heaven They have made me more manly and mild; And I know now how Jesus could liken The kingdom of God to a child.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, The little one gather around me, To bid me good-night and be kissed; On, the little white arms that encircle My neck in their tender embrace Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven, Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And immortaility.
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But Microscopes are prudent In an emergency.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
They say golf is like life, but don't believe them. Golf is more complicated than that.
