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"These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north."
"Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar."
"Dogs got personality. Personality goes a long way."
"If you live among dogs, keep a stick. After all, this is what a hound has teeth for-to bite when he feels like it!"
Dogs,
"Webster and I are very aloof. The two of us go and sit there by ourselves. I sit by myself in the corner with my book and the newspaper. He kind of runs around a little bit, and then he goes and sits on top of the picnic table. He never plays with other little dogs."
Dogs,
"There are two things that won't last long in this world, and that's dogs chasing cars and pros putting for pars."
Explore more quotes by Emily Dickinson
"How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity."
"For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy."
"Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast-Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn epauletted white-I should not fear the foe then-I should not fear the fight!"
"THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Her lips of amber never part; But what must be the smileUpon her friend she could bestow Were such her silver will! And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue."
"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry."
"She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find herUpon the mortal side."
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