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!
EMILY DICKINSONThey say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Wonder is not precisely knowing.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
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To be alive-is Power.
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
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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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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
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I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
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Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
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