Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
EMILY DICKINSONTruth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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The Soul selects her own Society.
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You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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I have an appetite for silence.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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Where thou art, that is home.
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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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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
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This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
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You can stay young as long as you learn.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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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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Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
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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 imagine therefore I belong and am free.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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The brain is wider than the sky.
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The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
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