It is finished, is never said of us.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Profession: Poet
Nationality: American

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Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.

We'd never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky.

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

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

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

It's a great thing to be "great," Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!

Anger as soon as fed is dead- Tis starving makes it fat.

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.