Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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Emily Dickinson
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About Emily Dickinson
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Largely unpublished and unknown during her lifetime, her work is now widely regarded as canonical. The Poetry Foundation describes her as having "created in her writing a distinctively elliptical language for expressing what was possible but not yet realized."
Read on Wikipedia → Find books by Emily DickinsonTruth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Luck is not chance, it's toil fortune's expensive smile is earned.
They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
For love is immortality.
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Where thou art, that is home.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.