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A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Emily Dickinson

To be alive-is Power.
EMILY DICKINSON

Alive One Liner Power
You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON

Deep Home Yourself
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSON

Flower Myself Regret
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSON

Light Music Winter
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
EMILY DICKINSON

Inspirational Life Love Stop
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSON

Age Reality
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
EMILY DICKINSON

Heart Light Tonight
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
EMILY DICKINSON

Life Love Wisdom
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
Friends are nations in themselves.
EMILY DICKINSON

Friendship Nation
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 DICKINSON

Alone Literature Tragedy
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON

Inspirational Rare Truth
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 DICKINSON

Life Shine Writing
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSON

Fame Food
The past is not a package one can lay away.
EMILY DICKINSON

Deep Oneself Past
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
EMILY DICKINSON

Doors Majority Soul

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

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