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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

Emily Dickinson

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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Fame Marriage Men
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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Happiness Necessary Smile
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
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Deep Evidence
I tasted life.
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Life Myself One Liner
Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Beauty Deep One Liner
It is easy to work when the soul is at play.
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Easy One Liner Play Soul
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
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Death Emotional Immortal Spiritual
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.
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Darkness Deep Existence Forever Thinking
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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Genius Light Poetry Word
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Parents World
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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Life Shine Writing
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
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Opinion Sun Truth
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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Encouragement Give Up Spiritual
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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Adversity Animal Nature
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.
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Alone Literature Tragedy
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
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Myself Sunset

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

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