Emily Dickinson Quotes About Death

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down –
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

Dying is a wild Night and a new Road.

Death’s Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time –
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence – is his name –
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life’s consummate Cluster –
He supplants the Balm.

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become –
Who had they lived, had died, but when
They died, Vitality begun.