John Keats Quotes

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

You dazzled me. There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate.

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,
Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

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

How sad is it when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things which are not.

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

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death...

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence

Fine writing, next to doing nothing, is the best thing in the world.

And we will shade
Ourselves whole summers by a river glade;
And I will tell thee stories of the sky,
And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsy,
My happy love will overwing all bounds!
O let me melt into thee! let the sounds
Of our close voices marry at their birth;
Let us entwine hoveringly!

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory — and very few eyes can see the mystery of life — a life like the Scriptures, figurative... Lord Byron cuts a figure, but he is not figurative. Shakespeare led a life of allegory: his works are the comments on it.

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

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? — that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.

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.