John Keats Quotes

I want a brighter word than bright

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.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

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.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

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.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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

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

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

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

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

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.

—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

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

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?

Give me women, wine and snuff Until I cry out 'hold, enough!' You may do so san objection Till the day of resurrection; For bless my beard then aye shall be My beloved Trinity.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

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

Health is my expected heaven.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!