Emily Dickinson cytaty

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„Nadzieja ma skrzydła, przysiada w duszy i śpiewa pieśń bez słów, która nigdy nie ustaje, a jej najsłodsze dźwięki słychać nawet podczas wichury.”

„Nie miałam czasu na Nienawiść
Bo
Grób mi był Przegrodą —
Życie nie było
Dość pojemne —
Aby w nim zmieścić – Wrogość”

„Kochający nie mogą umrzeć, bo miłość jest nieśmiertelna.”

„Wspólna śliwka to nie śliwka. Miałam zbyt wiele respektu, aby zjeść miąższ, a pestek nie lubię.”

„Za każdą chwilę ekstazy musimy płacić drżący twardą walutą cierpienia.”

„Niebo – to, czego nie dosięgam!
Już jabłko na jabłoni —
Gdy Gałąź dłuższa niż Nadzieja —
Jest Niebem – dla mej Dłoni!”

„Nadzieja jest tym upierzonym
Stworzeniem na gałązce
Duszy – co śpiewa melodie
Bez słów i nie milknące”

“I tasted life.”

“Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.”

“The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.”

“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”

“Who has not found the Heaven — below —
Will fail of it above”

“My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?”

“Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.”

“Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”

“He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!”

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”

“Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.”

“The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”

“That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.”

“There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.”

“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”

“My friends are my "estate."”

“To be alive──is Power.”

“They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.”

“The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.”

“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?”

“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.”

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”

“in this short life
that only lasts ah hour
how much-how little-is
within our power.”

“I can wade Grief --
Whole Pools of it --
I'm used to that --
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet --
And I tip -- drunken --
Let no Pebble -- smile --
'Twas the New Liquor --
That was all!”

“I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!”

“"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see —
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.”

“I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf”

“My best Acquaintances are those
With Whom I spoke no Word”

“To see her is a picture-
To hear her is a tune-
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June-
To know her not-Affliction-
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”