Emily Dickinson

1830 - 1886

A Quote by Emily Dickinson on deed, manufacturing, and thought

A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: c. 1872, poem no. 1212, in toto.

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on existence and life

I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: c. 1864; Further Poems of Emily Dickinson, 1929.

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on death

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Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on anguish

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For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: a collection of quotations found on the Internet.

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on eternity and journeys

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: “Our Journey had Advanced”

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on failure

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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on time

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on life

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Surgeons must be very careful, When they take the knife!, Underneath their fine incisions, Stirs the Culprit - Life!

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 108, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson

Let us go in; the fog is rising.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: Attributed last words; in A Certain World, Words, Last, by W. H. Auden, 1970.

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A Quote by Emily Dickinson on feeling and pain

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 341, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.

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