Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSONWe turn not older with years but newer every day.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
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Fortune befriends the bold.
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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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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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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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The only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.
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Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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I tasted life.
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Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still…nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more.
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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
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That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
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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.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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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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There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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Till I loved I never lived.
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You can stay young as long as you learn.
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I felt it shelter to speak to you.
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Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
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