Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATSWhere soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
More John Keats Quotes
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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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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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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!
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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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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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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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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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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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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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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You are always new to me.
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