"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think."
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Emily Dickinson quotes (page 10 of 26)
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"I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small?"
"Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself."
"How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!"
"It is easy to work when the soul is at play."
"But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse."
"Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence."
"How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?"
"There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes."
"To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim."
"The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind."
"LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!"
"We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-."
"You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!"
"I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size."
"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."
"His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!"
"This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, judge tenderly of me."
"Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God."
"Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat."