They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
EMILY DICKINSONThose who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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I tasted life.
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I have an appetite for silence.
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Judge tenderly of me.
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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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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 is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
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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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I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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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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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
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The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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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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One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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