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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Emily Dickinson

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
Where thou art, that is home.
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Art Happiness One Liner
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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Inspirational Life Sweet
I have an appetite for silence.
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Myself One Liner Silence
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
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Pain Sea Time
The past is not a package one can lay away.
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Deep Oneself Past
Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
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Deep God
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
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Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
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Break Deep Inspirational Life
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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Fame Food
My friends are my estate.
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Family Friendship One Liner
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
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Book Travel
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
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
I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.
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Death Deep Myself Time

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

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