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I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

John Keats

The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATS

Day Myself World Writing
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
JOHN KEATS

Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
JOHN KEATS

Music Stability World Yourself
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
JOHN KEATS

Bliss End Kiss Soft Vow
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.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
JOHN KEATS

Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
JOHN KEATS

Fragile Life Tree Way
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS

Deep Melody Sweet
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
JOHN KEATS

Break Company Death Hurt Love Myself Pain Togetherness Yourself

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