Explore Quotes by John Keats

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

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.

The air is all softness.

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

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

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

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

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

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

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.

To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

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!