I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
JOHN KEATSWhen I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
More John Keats Quotes
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
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