Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATSMy imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
More John Keats Quotes
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
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I have so much of you in my heart.
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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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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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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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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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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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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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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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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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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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You are always new to me.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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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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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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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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