Sunday, July 24, 2011

John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
John Keats

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John Keats

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
John Keats

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
John Keats

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
John Keats

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
John Keats

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
John Keats

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.
John Keats

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
John Keats

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
John Keats

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
John Keats

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
John Keats

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
John Keats

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
John Keats

Love is my religion - I could die for it.
John Keats

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
John Keats

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
John Keats

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
John Keats

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
John Keats


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