Emily Dickinson Quotes
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How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
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My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
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Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
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How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!
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AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
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His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.
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We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came.
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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.
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We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it is playing — kill us, And we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally — It is a truth — of Blood — But we — are dying in Drama — And Drama — is never dead — Cautious — We jar each other — And either — open the eyes — Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake — And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite — With just an Age — and Name — And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — It's prudenter — to dream —
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To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there's ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.
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Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.
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The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal
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How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.
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Nature is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon- Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee, Nay-Nature is Heaven.Nature is what we hear, The Bobolink, the Sea- Thunder, the Cricket- Nay,-Nature is Harmony.Nature is what we know But have no art to say, So impotent our wisdom is To Her simplicity.
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No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
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Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
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How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!
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The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.