180 ordspråk av Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
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Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
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Time is a Test of Trouble But not a Remedy If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady
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To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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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.
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To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
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To see the Summer Sky/ Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --/ True Poems flee --
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To whom the mornings are like nights, What must the midnights be!
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
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Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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Unto a broken heart/ No other one may go/ Without the high prerogative/ Itself hath suffered too.
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Water is taught by thirst.
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