Emily Dickinson - Soul Quotes

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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.

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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

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The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, -
Or the most agonizing Spy -
An Enemy - could send -

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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

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And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

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Glee! the great storm is over!
Four have recovered the land;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
Toll, for the bonnie souls,—
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals! How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask, But the forty?
Did they come back no more? Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no
further question,
And only the waves reply.

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There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables,—
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away. Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul forgot!

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God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts. Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles.

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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 —

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THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, — Her visitor no more.

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Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What Fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot— The opening of a Door—

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Superiority to fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of any
But possible to earn
A pittance at a time
Until to her surprise
The soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.

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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— This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll — How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul!

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Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

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No rack can torture me,
My soul 's at liberty.
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee. The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.

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The Soul's Superior instants
Occur to Her — alone —
When friend — and Earth's occasion
Have infinite withdrawn —...

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There is a solitude of space,
A solitude of sea,
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be,
Compared with that profounder site,
That polar privacy,
A Soul admitted to Itself:
Finite Infinity.

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Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be — Attended by a single Hound Its own identity.

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He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.

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The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —

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