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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.

Emily Dickinson

You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON

Deep Home Yourself
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
EMILY DICKINSON

Myself Sunset
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSON

Experience Inspirational Soul Women
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
EMILY DICKINSON

Opinion Sun Truth
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
EMILY DICKINSON

Life Shine Writing
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!
EMILY DICKINSON

Myself Sun Time
Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON

Life Talk Wisdom
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
EMILY DICKINSON

Fade Light Poet
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
EMILY DICKINSON

Life Love Wisdom
The brain is wider than the sky.
EMILY DICKINSON

Inspirational Learning One Liner Sky
You can stay young as long as you learn.
EMILY DICKINSON

Education Inspirational Learning Motivational Young
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.
EMILY DICKINSON

Happiness Necessary Smile
I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.
EMILY DICKINSON

Death Deep Myself Time
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
EMILY DICKINSON

Genius Light Poetry Word
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
EMILY DICKINSON

Book Travel
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

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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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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