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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

John Keats

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
JOHN KEATS

Bliss End Kiss Soft Vow
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!
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Myself Nature Relationship Togetherness Yourself
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
JOHN KEATS

Music Stability World Yourself
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.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
JOHN KEATS

Believe Forever Immortality Live Yourself
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
JOHN KEATS

Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS

Believe I Love You Myself
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
JOHN KEATS

Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
JOHN KEATS

Man Soul World
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

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