Emily Dickinson Soul Quotations

Narcotics cannot still the toothThat Nibbles at the soul

What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

It is easy to work when the soul is at play.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.

Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send -

The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal

The Soul should always stand ajar.

The Soul selects her own Society.