Emily Dickinson Quotes

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

I think it's important that things are flawed.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.

History contains heroes, but no one is a hero entirely, and no one is a hero for very long.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

A window covered with raindrops interests me more than a photograph of a famous person.

Aesthetic experiences are powerful, to be sure, and probably inescapable, but Nature will not remain effective for very long.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

One frequently only finds out how really beautiful a really beautiful woman is after considerable acquaintance with her; and the rule applies to Niagara Falls, to majestic mountains, and to mosques-especially to mosques.

The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.

The fields and the flowers and the beautiful faces are not ours, as the stars and the hills and the sunlight are not ours, but they give us fresh and happy thoughts.

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture-it won't accrue value as time goes on. Time is its enemy' time passing is merely the countdown for the parting between garden and gardener.