The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
EMILY DICKINSONCelebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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The Soul selects her own Society.
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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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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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Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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Judge tenderly of me.
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The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.
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Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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I dwell in possibility.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
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