The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
EMILY DICKINSONSaying nothing; sometimes says the most.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
EMILY DICKINSONThe possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
EMILY DICKINSONI know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSONTruth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSONTo travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
EMILY DICKINSONTo make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
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I tasted life.
EMILY DICKINSONI tasted life.
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The only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.
EMILY DICKINSONThe only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.
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Where thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSONWhere thou art, that is home.
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Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSONSunrise: day’s great progenitor.
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Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
EMILY DICKINSONLife is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
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I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
EMILY DICKINSONI am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!
EMILY DICKINSONI’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
EMILY DICKINSONWe both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
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Bring me the sunset in a cup.
EMILY DICKINSONBring me the sunset in a cup.
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Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
EMILY DICKINSONThose who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
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