Emily Dickinson Quotes

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.

It was that period in the vernal quarter when we may suppose the Dryads to be waking for the season. The vegetable world begins to move and swell and the saps to rise, till in the completest silence of lone gardens and trackless plantations, where everything seems helpless and still after the bond and slavery of frost, there are bustlings, strainings, united thrusts, and pulls-all-together, in comparison with which the powerful tugs of cranes and pulleys in a noisy city are but pigmy efforts.

I think March and fall are natural seasons for me to feel invigorated.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

Now Spring returns; but not to me returns.

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.

I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.