The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
EMILY DICKINSONI dwell in possibility.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
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The brain is wider than the sky.
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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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Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
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I felt it shelter to speak to you.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
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Till I loved I never lived.
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Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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Wonder is not precisely knowing.
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Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
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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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That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
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You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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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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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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To be alive-is Power.
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