Emily Dickinson Quotes

The fall from your dream into reality is especially hard when you've seen that you can fly.

Sometimes the wheels just fall off a relationship.

I feel like the word shatter.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and the end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is fine. I am still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.

He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn't know each other anymore. I shook my head desperately.

Let me claim that Africa and I kept company for a while and then parted ways as if we were both party to relations with a failed outcome. Or say I was afflicted with Africa like a bout of a rare disease from which I have not managed a full recovery.

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.

I was lost til you were found, but I never knew how far down I was falling before I reached the bottom.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

The further the fall, the greater the hurt.

Is birth always a fall?

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

It's just so hard when you have a connection with someone and they just leave and you don't know if you'll ever see them again.

You frequently ask, where are the friends of your childhood, and urge that they shall be brought back to you. As far as I am able to learn, those of your friends who are not in jail are still right there in your native village. You point out that they were wont to share your gambols, If so, you are certainly entitled to have theirs now.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.

If you lose self-control everything will fall.

Like ice beneath the sun's rays - to such poverty did he fall...his fortune melted to water.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

We only know how to lose and be lost.