99+ Emily Dickinson Quotes on Feathers, Life and Carpe diem - Quotes.pub

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Where thou art, that is home.

Soulmate Quotes

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose.

It’s a great thing to be “great,” Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!

Life is death we’re lengthy at.

The Dark – felt beautiful –.

It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. – – is still with the sister who put her child in an ice nest last Monday forenoon. The redoubtable God! I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.

Fulfilling absolute decree in casual simplicity.

I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold – though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, – A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now.

Harm is one of those things that I always mean to keep clear of, but somehow my intentions and me don’t chime as they ought, and people will get hit with stones that I throw at my neighbor’s dogs...

Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I’m watching for you, but the words won’t come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all – then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won’t injure you.

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth “for His mercy endureth forever,” with confiding revulsion.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie... My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too – And angels know the rest.

Con finezas tan nimias como libros o flores se plantan semillas de sonrisas que van a florecer entre las sombras.

An ill heart, like a body, has its more comfortable days, and then its days of pain, its long relapse, when rallying requires more effort than to dissolve life, and death looks choiceless.

When the best is gone, I know that other things are not of consequence. The heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care.

I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...

Beauty crowds me till I die.” Emily Dickinson.

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.

If I wasn’t a perfect woman, I’d bust you in the nose.

There are depths in every Consciousness, from which we cannot rescue ourselves – to which none can go with us.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter – I didn’t mean to make you wicked – but I was – and am – and shall be – and I was with you so much that I couldn’t help contaminate.

God’s little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly – and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn’t think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow.

Publication – is the auction of the mind...

The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.

We are the only poets,” Emily told Susan, “and everyone else is prose.

One note from one bird is better than a million words...

Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them.

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid – as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

At least to pray is left – is left Oh Jesus – in the Air – I know not which thy chamber is – I’m knocking everywhere.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

Reading Quotes

Beauty crowds me till I die.

There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away.

Reading Quotes

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.

There’s nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don’t want to know it.

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.

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last – I’m going, all along.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

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