Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Contributed by: Zaady
Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, A pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life it seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.
Source: Our Little Kinsman
What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.
Source: The LIFE 101 Quote Book, an internet collection of quotations.
My friends are my estate.
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear - Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1742, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
Source: "The Chariot", poem no. 712.
A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot.
Source: c. 1872, poem no. 1212, in toto.
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.
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