My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATSMy love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATSWe read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATSBut the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATSThe creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
JOHN KEATSMy imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATSI have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
JOHN KEATSAll writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATSYou are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATSYou are always new to me.
JOHN KEATSThat which is creative must create itself.
JOHN KEATSI almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
JOHN KEATSAs 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 KEATSMy mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATSPhilosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
JOHN KEATSNothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATSI have so much of you in my heart.
JOHN KEATS