Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
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The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
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We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
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What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.
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The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Home is the definition of God.
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I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe
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Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
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Till I loved I never lived.
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Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.
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As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity.
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
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Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true.
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I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me
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Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss Affecting our content.
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
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Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.
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You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
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The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.
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God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.
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Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
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My love for those I love – not many – not very many, but don't I love them so?
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Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now.