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.
Contributed by: Zaady
I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.
Source: c. 1864; Further Poems of Emily Dickinson, 1929.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
Source: a collection of quotations found on the Internet.
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.
Source: “Our Journey had Advanced”
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Surgeons must be very careful, When they take the knife!, Underneath their fine incisions, Stirs the Culprit - Life!
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 108, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
Source: Attributed last words; in A Certain World, Words, Last, by W. H. Auden, 1970.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 341, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
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