Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?
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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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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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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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It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.
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MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
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The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.
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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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But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.
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Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.
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That no Flake of snow fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.
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To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
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To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
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A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —
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Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.
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Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still...nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more.
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If Aims impel these Astral OnesThe ones allowed to knowKnow that which makes them as forgotAs Dawn forgets them - now
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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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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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Bring me the sunset in a cup.