Emily Dickinson Quotes
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I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.
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I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
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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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Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.
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They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
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Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence - is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of it - in God's Ear - If then He hear - This sums the Apparatus Comprised in Prayer
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Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
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Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
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Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.
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Till I loved I never lived.
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
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I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!
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The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
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Mirth is the Mail of Anguish.
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I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
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Love is like life-merely longer.
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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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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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Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
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I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play.
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There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World.