Quote

Publication - is the auction of the mind.

Emily Dickinson

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
Poet
Writer
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ai-mi-li Ti-chin-sen
Emilia Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Auction
Auctions
Publication
Publishing
Mind

More quotes by Emily Dickinson

Image
To possess is past the instant we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.
Emily Dickinson
Image
I don't profess to be profound but I do lay claim to common sense.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.
Emily Dickinson
Image
His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Two Seasons, it is said, exist- The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost- May not our Second with its First So infinite compare That We but recollect the one The other to prefer?
Emily Dickinson
Image
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth
Emily Dickinson
Image
The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
Emily Dickinson
Image
PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Emily Dickinson
Image
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him -
Emily Dickinson
Image
Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me-
Emily Dickinson
Image
The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
Emily Dickinson
Image
The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.
Emily Dickinson
Image
When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person.
Emily Dickinson
Image
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send -
Emily Dickinson
Image
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