All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATSYou are always new to me.
More John Keats Quotes
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Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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The air is all softness.
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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.
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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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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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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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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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.
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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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One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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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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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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