Love is my religion - I could die for it. John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music. John Keats life-and-love music world I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest. John Keats failure fear war And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. John Keats bed flower art I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. John Keats thunder arms wish 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. John Keats speech silence time ...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. John Keats rocks sea silly The excellence of every Art is its intensity. John Keats intensity excellence art I have loved the principle of beauty in all things. John Keats gratitude principles all-things With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration. John Keats poet overcoming beauty 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! John Keats heart love lying The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it. John Keats heal steel grieving Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, John Keats flower air rose The air is all softness. John Keats softness air A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world. John Keats taken should-have men My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. John Keats restless body mind Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings. John Keats white wings sweet Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. John Keats nightingales divine Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. John Keats poppies dancing soul Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. John Keats divorce sea death She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more John Keats romantic-love kissing hands
