John Keats Quotes

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

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

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.

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

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.

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it — make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me —write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

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

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

To feel forever 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.

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!

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

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

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.

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

We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.

To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

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

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

Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.

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 see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

I always made an awkward bow.

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