Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
I could not prove the Years had feet-Yet confident they run.
I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live?
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit-Life!
Action is redemption.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock -.
To die before one fears to die may be a boon.
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.
AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.