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If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.Emily Dickinson
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Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.Emily Dickinson
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Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.Emily Dickinson
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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not careEmily Dickinson
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Till I loved I never lived.Emily Dickinson
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That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life, and life hath immortalityEmily Dickinson
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We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.Emily Dickinson
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That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.Emily Dickinson
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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
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.Emily Dickinson
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The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.Emily Dickinson
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We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.Emily Dickinson
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--Emily Dickinson
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Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/ Success in Circuit lies...Emily Dickinson
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A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, – The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, – Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.Emily Dickinson
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.Emily Dickinson
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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, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.Emily Dickinson
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A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.Emily Dickinson
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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 -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.Emily Dickinson
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Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; PossibilityIs flavoreless.Emily Dickinson