Inspirational quotes by John Keats.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion--I have shuddered at it,I shudder no more.I could be martyred for my religion.Love is my religionand I could die for that.I could die for you.My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
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.
Here lies one whose name was writ on water.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becksOur ready minds to fellowship divine,A fellowship with essence; till we shine,Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. BeholdThe clear religion of heaven!
When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.
Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain,While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death...
Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath.
The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
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