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The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

Emily Dickinson

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
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Deep Path See
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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Fade Light Poet
This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
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Compassion Myself World
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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Darkness Deep Existence Forever Thinking
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
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Dog Human Life Love
Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
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Failure Heaven
The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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Care Heart
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Life Memories Time
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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Opinion Sun Truth
I tasted life.
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Life Myself One Liner
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Parents World
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
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Doors Majority Soul
Hope never stops at all.
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Hope One Liner
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
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
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
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Break Deep Inspirational Life

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

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