Emily Dickinson Quotes
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I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
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I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
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If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
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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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Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home.
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It is finished, is never said of us.
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A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.
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It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble.
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Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul.
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Pain has an element of blank.
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The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
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Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.
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I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
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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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When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.
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God, keep me from what they call 'households'.
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A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
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A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find
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Action is redemption.
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Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?
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I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.
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Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.