- A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
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- Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
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- Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.
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- Becuase I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
Emily Dickinson » - Forever is composed of now.
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- Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson » - Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the words without the tune, and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson »
- Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
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- Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson »
- Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson » - I dwell in possibility...
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- I dwell in possiblities.
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- I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
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- If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
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- If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching,
or cool one Pain,
Or help one fainting Robin
into his Nest again,
I shall not live in Vain.
Emily Dickinson » - My friends are my estate.
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- One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Emily Dickinson » - Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.
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- Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
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- That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
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- The mere sense of living is joy enough.
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- There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
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- They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
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- We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
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