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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Emily Dickinson

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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Different Forever Time
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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Happiness Time Women
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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Happiness Joy Life Live
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
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Bird Hope Love
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
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Doors Majority Soul
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
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Attention Care Control Happiness Life
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
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Deep Inspirational Life
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
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Life Love Wisdom
Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Beauty Deep One Liner
Hope never stops at all.
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Hope One Liner
The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
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Deep Path See
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
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
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Flower Myself Regret
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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Death Forever Love Sympathy
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
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Heart Light Tonight
But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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Body Book Heart

The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

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