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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

John Keats

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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Ego Lose Love Yourself
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATS

Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Place Soul Tears World
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
JOHN KEATS

Discover Failure Leadership Seek Success True
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Full Poet Reading Writing
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS

Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
I want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Myself Word
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
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
JOHN KEATS

Fragile Life Tree Way
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
JOHN KEATS

Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

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