My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATSBeauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
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I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
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