Emily Dickinson

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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it

The heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

We turn not older with years but newer every day

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Dwell in possibility. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough

Beauty is not cause. It is.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by...

Pardon my sanity in a world insane

I felt it shelter, to speak to you.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

Forever is composed of nows.

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