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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Emily Dickinson

They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
EMILY DICKINSON

Happiness Necessary Smile
Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.
EMILY DICKINSON

Darkness Deep Existence Forever Thinking
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON

Life Memories Time
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
EMILY DICKINSON

Genius Light Poetry Word
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSON

Flower Myself Regret
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
EMILY DICKINSON

Love Relationship Wisdom
There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.
EMILY DICKINSON

Be Yourself Grateful
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 DICKINSON

Myself Sun Time
The only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.
EMILY DICKINSON

Myself Rule
One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
EMILY DICKINSON

One Liner Time Yourself
My friends are my estate.
EMILY DICKINSON

Family Friendship One Liner
Friends are nations in themselves.
EMILY DICKINSON

Friendship Nation
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
EMILY DICKINSON

Opinion Sun Truth
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON

Adversity Animal Nature
The Soul selects her own Society.
EMILY DICKINSON

Choice Herself Soul
This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
EMILY DICKINSON

Compassion Myself World

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