The past is not a package one can lay away.
EMILY DICKINSONI tasted life.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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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.
EMILY DICKINSONForever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time. Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years.
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You can stay young as long as you learn.
EMILY DICKINSONYou can stay young as long as you learn.
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
EMILY DICKINSONHold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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Friends are nations in themselves.
EMILY DICKINSONFriends are nations in themselves.
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Fortune befriends the bold.
EMILY DICKINSONFortune befriends the bold.
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Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
EMILY DICKINSONThose who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
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The brain is wider than the sky.
EMILY DICKINSONThe brain is wider than the sky.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSONOld age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSONThe soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
EMILY DICKINSONWe both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
EMILY DICKINSONThe Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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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.
EMILY DICKINSONTo 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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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
EMILY DICKINSONThe possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
EMILY DICKINSONYou left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
EMILY DICKINSONBut a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
EMILY DICKINSON


