The brain is wider than the sky.
EMILY DICKINSONHold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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The Soul selects her own Society.
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The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
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The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
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Wonder is not precisely knowing.
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Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
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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!
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We turn not older with years but newer every day.
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My friends are my estate.
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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.
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time. Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years.
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The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
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I tasted life.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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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.
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That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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