My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATSFanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
More John Keats Quotes
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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When 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.
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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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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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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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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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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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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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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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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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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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