Emily Dickinson Quotes
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted - One need not be a House - The Brain - has Corridors - surpassing Material Place - Far safer, of a Midnight - meeting External Ghost - Than an Interior - Confronting - That cooler - Host. Far safer, through an Abbey - gallop - The Stones a'chase - Than Moonless - One's A'self encounter - In lonesome place - Ourself - behind ourself - Concealed - Should startle - most.
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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.
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I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.
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The blunder is to estimate,- 'Eternity is Then,' We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me, No friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.
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Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
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I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.
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Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -
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Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
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A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
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He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him.
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Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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In this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.
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His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
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I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way
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I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
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A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.