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 KEATSDon’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
More John Keats Quotes
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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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.
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Stop and consider! life is but a day
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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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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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The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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I 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.
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With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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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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You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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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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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
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