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I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.

John Keats

Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
JOHN KEATS

Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
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.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
JOHN KEATS

Ego Lose Love Yourself
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS

Breathe Love Selfish 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
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Happiness Heaven Lie Mindset Religion Shine Space
To stay youthful, stay useful.
JOHN KEATS

Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
JOHN KEATS

Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
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
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Love Principle
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice

I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.

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