Emily Dickinson - Time Quotes

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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

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Forever — is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months— And Years — exhale in Years...

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What once was "Heaven" is "Zenith" now — Where I proposed to go When Time's brief masquerade was done Is mapped, and charted too.

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You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

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LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!

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I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

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Forever is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home

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Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by,
But when it leaves us for a time,
'T is a necessity. Of heaven above the firmest proof
We fundamental know,
Except for its marauding hand,
It had been heaven below.

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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

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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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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

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My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
In Corners — till a Day
The Owner passed — identified —
And carried Me away — And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —
And now We hunt the Doe —
And every time I speak for Him —
The Mountains straight reply —

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Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock.

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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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Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate,
Whose table once a Guest, but not
The second time, is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect,
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's corn;
Men eat of it and die.

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A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

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I'll tell you how the Sun rose —
A Ribbon at a time—

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Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode Where hope and he part company,—
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker's cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.

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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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Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

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Friday I tasted life. It was a vast morsel. A Circus passed the house—still I feel the red in my mind though the drums are out. The Lawn is full of south and the odours tangle, and I hear to-day for the first time the river in the tree.

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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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Pain—has an element of blank—
It cannot recollect
When it begun—or if there were
A time when it was not.

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