Dickinson, Emily
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Dickinson, Emily
Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
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Editing and Editors
Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you re straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .
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Dissent
Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
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Death and Dying
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
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Death and Dying
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
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Death and Dying
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
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Death and Dying
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
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Heaven
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
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Books - Reading
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
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Books - Reading
The fog is rising.
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Famous Last Words
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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Pain
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
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Farewells
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- or Dome of Worm -- or Porch of Gnome -- or some Elf s Catacomb?
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Home
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
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Heart
Where thou art, that is home.
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Home
Tis so much joy! Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
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Joy
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --
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Madness
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words -- and never stops at all.
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Hope
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee s experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
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Insects
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
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Love
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
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Luck
The Brain is wider than the sky-.
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Mind
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
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Poetry and Poets
I dwell in Possibility.
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Possibilities
To live is so starling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Present
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our stature s touch the skies.
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Possibilities
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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Poetry and Poets
I like a look of Agony, because I know it s true -- men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe --
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Suffering
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
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Nature
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
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Opportunity
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.
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Secrets
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
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Science and Scientists
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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Truth
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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Truth
To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
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Sorrow
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
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Success
Anger as soon as fed is dead; Tis starving makes it fat.
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Anger
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit -- Life!
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Doctors
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
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Boldness
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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Fame
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
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Consciousness
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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Adversity
Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Beauty
The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
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Belief
A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.
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Words