Emily Dickinson Quotes
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It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
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Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
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PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
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Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
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Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
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Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
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I felt it shelter to speak to you.
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It makes no difference abroad, The seasons fit the same, The mornings blossom into noons, And split their pods of flame.Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, The brooks brag all the day; No blackbird bates his jargoning For passing Calvary.Auto-da-fé and judgment Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.
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If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
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The Soul selects her own Society - Then - shuts the Door - To her divine Majority - Present no more -
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No rack can torture me, My soul ’s at liberty. Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder oneYou cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee.The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou,Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So’s liberty.
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One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
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The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
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There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself: Finite Infinity.
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The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
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I never hear the word 'escape' Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars,- Only to fail again!
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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die.
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.
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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
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That such have died enables us The tranquiller to die; That such have lived, certificate For immortality.
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I reason, earth is short, And anguish absolute. And many hurt; But what of that?I reason, we could die: The best vitality Cannot excel decay; But what of that?I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will be even, Some new equation given; But what of that?
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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.