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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.

John Keats

All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
JOHN KEATS

Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
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.
JOHN KEATS

Discover Failure Leadership Seek Success True
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?
JOHN KEATS

Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
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.
JOHN KEATS

Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
JOHN KEATS

Mindset Original Thinking
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Queen Secret
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play

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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