Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.
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A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.
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It is finished, is never said of us.
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
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Behold this little Bane – The Boon of all alive – As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love.
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Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
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Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
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The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
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My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them.
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When we say gender is performed, we usually mean that weve taken on a role or were acting in some way and that our acting or our role playing is crucial to the gender that we are and the gender that we present to the world.
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Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
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Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn.
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Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
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I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
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God, keep me from what they call 'households'.
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His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
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How lucious lies the pea within the pod.
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You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.
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Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
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The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
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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.