Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Hope is a thing with feathers.
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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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I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
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Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
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The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-.
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Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee!
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The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
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These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
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Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
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The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
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To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!
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Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.
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Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
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Publication - is the auction of the mind.
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How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
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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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To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!
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Till I loved I never lived.
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Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
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Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
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Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.