I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATSIts better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
More John Keats Quotes
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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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An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
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Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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You are always new to me.
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I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
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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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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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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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As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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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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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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