John keats quotes

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

The air is all softness.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

... 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.

Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

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.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

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.

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

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

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

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; 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; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

I have so much of you in my heart.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

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

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

Health is my expected heaven.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.

That which is creative must create itself.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

You are always new to me.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

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

Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

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.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

Stop and consider! life is but a day

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

I want a brighter word than bright

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

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

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

To stay youthful, stay useful.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

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.

A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.

I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

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

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist.

it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

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.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

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.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

Death is Life's high meed.

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

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

All writing is a form of prayer.

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.