Emily Dickinson citáty

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„Psi jsou lepší než lidi, protože vědí, ale nepoví.“

„Věčnost se skládá z dnešních dní.“

„Pokud čtu knihu, která mně ochladí tak, že žadný oheň mě neohřeje, vím, že je to poezie.“

„Omluvte mou příčetnost v šíleném světě.“

„Krása není vytvořená. Prostě je.“

„Žít je tak ohromující, že na nic jiného nezbývá čas.“

„Když jen jednou ulevím v trápení nebo žalu, když jenom jednou pomůžu v bolesti. Když jenom zvednu ptáčka vypadlého z hnízda, anebo zmírním něčí neštěstí. Pak nežila jsem nadarmo, nesešla na scestí.“

„Naděje je ta věc s peřím,
která žije ve tvé duši.
A zpívá melodii beze slov,
a vůbec nikdy se nezastaví.“

„Naděje je to s křídly, co hnízdí uvnitř nás a pěje píseň beze slov a stále zvedá hlas.“

„Když tě zradí nervy – proč bys nervů dbal?“

„Lepší je, co není. Dostaň to- smažeš všechen lesk.“

„Útrapy pochybnosti rozesmutní míň, než fakt ze železa, kalený tvým Vím.“

„Nejmilejší, nejpevnější přátelé duše - Knihy.“

„Lépe tě vidím v temnotě, světlo je zbytečné.“

„Přines mi západ slunce v šálku.“

„Ráno bez tebe je zmenšený úsvit.“

„A pak to prkno prasklo / a hloub a hloub jsem letěla…“

„Divoké noci - Divoké noci!
Kdybych byl s tebou
Divoké noci by měly být
Naším luxusem!

Marné - větry -
K srdci v přístavu -
Konec s kompasem -
Konec s mapou!

Veslování v ráji -
Ach, to moře!
Mohl bych zakotvit - Dnes v noci -
V tobě!“

„Vím, že nic na světě nemá tak velkou sílu jako slovo. Někdy jedno napíšu a dívám se na něj, dokud nezačne zářit.“

„Duše by měla být vždy otevřená - připravena přivítat extatický zážitek.“

„Tyto krásné květiny mě přivádějí do rozpaků.
Nutí mě litovat, že nejsem včelou...“

„Příroda je dům , v němž straší - ale umění je dům, který se snaží, aby v něm strašilo.“

„Moji přátelé jsou mým "majetkem".“

“I took my power in my hand
And went against the world;
’T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.

I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?”

“The sweets of Pillage can be known
To no one but the Thief,
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief.”

“More than the Grave is closed to me —
The Grave and that Eternity
To which the Grave adheres —
I cling to nowhere till I fall —
The Crash of nothing, yet of all —
How similar appears”

“The blunder is to estimate,—
“Eternity is Then,”
We say, as of a station.
Meanwhile he is so near,
He joins me in my ramble,
Divides abode with me,
No friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.”

“A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.”

“This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me”

“If Aims impel these Astral Ones
The ones allowed to know
Know that which makes them as forgot
As Dawn forgets them — now”

“Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone —
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known

To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's Name
Too noble then to tell.

Magnanimous as Bird
By Boy descried —
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died —

Shame need not crouch
In such an Earth as Ours —
Shame — stand erect —
The Universe is yours.”

“Since then — 'tis Centuries — and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity”

“It ’s such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!”

“Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled—he did not fall—
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.”

“It might be easier
To fail with land in sight,
Than gain my blue peninsula
To perish of delight.”

“"Hope" is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm — ”

“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.”

“God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts. Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles.”

“Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God’s residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.”

“The grass so little has to do,—
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,-
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.

And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.

And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,—
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a hay!”

“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.”

“A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And lands he looks upon

To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End”

“That such have died enables us
The tranquiller to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.”

“It tossed and tossed,—
A little brig I knew,—
O'ertook by blast,
It spun and spun,
And groped delirious, for morn.

It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight.

Ah, brig, good-night
To crew and you;
The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.”

“Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
As nature’s curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,
For this was woman’s son.
“’T was all I had,” she stricken gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!”

“I took one Draught of Life —
I'll tell you what I paid —
Precisely an existence —
The market price, they said.”

“There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables,—
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time’s sublimest target
Is a soul “forgot”!”

“My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
In Corners — till a Day
The Owner passed — identified —
And carried Me away —

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —
And now We hunt the Doe —
And every time I speak for Him —
The Mountains straight reply —”

“How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell one's name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!”

“Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.

Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.

Retreat was out of hope,—
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.”

“Mine enemy is growing old,—
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,—

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
’T is starving makes it fat.”

“Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by,
But when it leaves us for a time,
’T is a necessity.

Of heaven above the firmest proof
We fundamental know,
Except for its marauding hand,
It had been heaven below.”