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We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Emily Dickinson

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.
EMILY DICKINSON

Alone Literature Tragedy
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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Literature Punishment Talent
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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Death Forever Love Sympathy
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
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
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
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Feeling Heart Love Romantic Soul Summer
The past is not a package one can lay away.
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Deep Oneself Past
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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Fade Light Poet
The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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Care Heart
Fortune befriends the bold.
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Confidence Courage Determination One Liner
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
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Comfortable Relationship Speak
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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Light Music Winter
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
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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Myself Sun Time
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
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