I tasted life.
EMILY DICKINSONThe possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
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Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.
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My friends are my estate.
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Judge tenderly of me.
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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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There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Hope never stops at all.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there’s ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.
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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
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To be alive-is Power.
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Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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Till I loved I never lived.
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Where thou art, that is home.
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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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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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Forever is composed of nows.
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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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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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I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.
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