Emily Dickinson Quotes

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

You can miss someone every day and still be glad you don't have to see them.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

I wish I can meet my wife in the hereafter, but I don't think I will. I just cease to exist just as she has ceased to exist.

MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them,And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

I don't believe people die. They just go uptown. To Bloomingdales. They just take longer to get back.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

When we were kids we always used to say, ‘Okay, whoever dies first, get a message through.’ When John died, I thought, ‘Well, maybe we’ll get a message,’ because I know he knew the deal. I haven’t had a message from John.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.