Emily Dickinson Quotes about Grief

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The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

Emily Dickinson

Morning, Grief, Heart

'The Bustle in a House' (c.1866)

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!

Emily Dickinson

Grief, Feet, Joy

Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.115, Harvard University Press

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.

Emily Dickinson

Grief, Eye, Grieving

Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.250, Harvard University Press

The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.

Emily Dickinson

Sweet, Integrity, Grief

Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.562, Harvard University Press

When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.

Emily Dickinson

Father, Grief, Home

Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.837, Harvard University Press