Emily Dickinson Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

  Emily Dickinson

  Inspirational, Life, Wise

  " 'Hope' is the thing with feathers" l. 1 (ca. 1862) SeeWoody Allen 20

• Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

  Emily Dickinson

  Love, Inspirational, Life

  c.1860 Complete Poems, no.254 (first published 1891).

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

  Emily Dickinson

  Inspirational, Women, Writing

• The Soul should always stand ajar.

  Emily Dickinson

  Soul, Experience, Ecstatic Love

  Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.300, First Avenue Editions

• The Soul selects her own Society.

  Emily Dickinson

  Soul

  "The Soul selects her own society" l. 1 (ca. 1862)

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

  Emily Dickinson

  Book, Reading, Writing

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

  Emily Dickinson

  Love, Romantic, Summer

  Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.201, Harvard University Press

• The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

  Emily Dickinson

  Doors, Soul, Majority

  "The Soul selects her own society" l. 1 (ca. 1862)

• The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal

  Emily Dickinson

  Loneliness, Dark, Soul

  Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.588, Harvard University Press

• ... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

  Emily Dickinson

  Depression, Space, Soul

  Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.141, Harvard University Press

• Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

  Emily Dickinson

  Eye, Soul, Awful

  c.1864 Complete Poems, no.894 (first published 1945).

• What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.

  Emily Dickinson

  Doors, Feet, Soul

  'Elysium is as far as to' (c.1882)

• Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul

  Emily Dickinson

  Soul, Suffering, Teeth

  Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.385, Harvard University Press

• The Soul unto itself
  Is an imperial friend, -
  Or the most agonizing Spy -
  An Enemy - could send -

  Emily Dickinson

  Friendship, Soul, Enemy

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.261, Harvard University Press

• 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 chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

  Emily Dickinson

  Sea, Land, Bird

  c.1860 Complete Poems, no.254 (first published 1891).

• Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

  Emily Dickinson

  Eye, Bridges, Feet

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1189, Delphi Classics

• He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.

  Emily Dickinson

  Blow, Player, Keys

  Emily Dickinson (2012). “Selected Poems”, p.11, Courier Corporation

• Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

  Emily Dickinson

  Life, Past, Sea

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.72, Harvard University Press

• THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

  Emily Dickinson

  Doors, Waiting, Heaven

  Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.300, First Avenue Editions

• Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

  Emily Dickinson

  White, Soul, Heat

  Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.180, Harvard University Press

• It is easy to work when the soul is at play.

  Emily Dickinson

  Play, Soul, Easy

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.499, Delphi Classics

• How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

  Emily Dickinson

  Soul, Bears, Chariots

  Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.16, Harvard University Press

• Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more.

  Emily Dickinson

  Art, Years, Soul

  Emily Dickinson (2012). “Selected Poems”, p.34, Courier Corporation

• There is a solitude of space.
  A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.

  Emily Dickinson

  Space, Sea, Soul

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1977, Delphi Classics

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