John Keats famous quotes

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.
-- John Keats

#Cheer #Failure #Errors

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.
-- John Keats

#Inspirational #Mean #Science

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

#Kissing #Teenage Love #Lasts

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
-- John Keats

#Positive #Happiness #Real

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

#Life #Beauty #Famous Love

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

#Book #Gone #Steps

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
-- John Keats

#Selfish #Love Is #Breathe

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
-- John Keats

#Spiritual #Sweet #Philosophy

Beauty is truth, truth beauty
-- John Keats

#Beauty #Misunderstood

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
-- John Keats

#Imagination #Atheism #Literature

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
-- John Keats

#Best Friend #Kissing #Movement

Love is my religion - I could die for it.
-- John Keats

#Love #Passion #Romance

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

#Inspirational #Truth #Lying

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

#Life #Depression #Wisdom

I have so much of you in my heart.
-- John Keats

#Heart #Adoption #My Heart

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

#Love #Dream #Sleep

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

#Inspirational #Learning #Tree

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
-- John Keats

#Love #Marriage #Summer

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
-- John Keats

#Food #Book #Wine

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
-- John Keats

#Beauty #Overcoming #Poet

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
-- John Keats

#Human Nature #Fine #Scenery

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
-- John Keats

#Writing #Poetry #Soul

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
-- John Keats

#Eye #Bored #Pensive

Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad…
-- John Keats

#Dancing #Mad #Together

Health is my expected heaven.
-- John Keats

#Health #Heaven #Expected

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
-- John Keats

#Fear #Voice #Immortality

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
-- John Keats

#Flower #Sleep #Winter

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative.
-- John Keats

#Life #Eye #Men

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

#Eye #His Eyes #Purpose

There is a budding morrow in midnight.
-- John Keats

#Inspirational #Life #Midnight

it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.
-- John Keats

#Mean #Men #Doubt

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
-- John Keats

#Sweet #Gone

A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.
-- John Keats

#Lakes #Water #Poetry

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
-- John Keats

#Inspirational #Life #Climbing

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

#Sweet #Wings #White

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success...
-- John Keats

#Highways

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.
-- John Keats

#Tree

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

#Woven #World #Invention

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

#Pain #Pleasure #Pain And Pleasure

To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
-- John Keats

#Sweet #Nature #Prayer

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

#Wish #Arms #Thunder

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu
-- John Keats

#Hands #Joy #Bidding

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
-- John Keats

#Weed #Dream #Sea

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.
-- John Keats

#Writing #Kissing #Poppies

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

#I Love You #Thinking #World

O aching time! O moments big as years!
-- John Keats

#Time #Years #Moments

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
-- John Keats

#Morning #Flower #Fall

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
-- John Keats

#Love #Romantic #Men

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.
-- John Keats

#Love #Life #Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
-- John Keats

#Happiness #Beauty #Nature

I want a brighter word than bright
-- John Keats

#Want

Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit
-- John Keats

#Tree #Way #Life Is

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
-- John Keats

#Winter #Silence #Frost

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
-- John Keats

#Travel #America #Gold

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
-- John Keats

#Thinking #Class #Monsters

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

#Music #Life And Love #World

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
-- John Keats

#Beauty #Art #Imagination

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
-- John Keats

#Knowledge #Thinking #People

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
-- John Keats

#Life #Real #Experience

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
-- John Keats

#Beauty #Truth #Needs

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.
-- John Keats

#Art #Stars #Night

The poetry of the earth is never dead.
-- John Keats

#Inspirational #Life #Nature

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
-- John Keats

#War #Failure #Greatness

...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

#Silly #Rocks #Sea

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.
-- John Keats

#Religious #Regret #Men

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
-- John Keats

#World #Chaos #Graves

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
-- John Keats

#Art #Excellence #Intensity

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.
-- John Keats

#Life #Character #Ambition

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.
-- John Keats

#Death #Flower #Thinking

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

#Song #Simple #Romance

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
-- John Keats

#Home #Heart #Sea

The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others.
-- John Keats

#Life #Men #Bears

Asleep in lap of legends old.
-- John Keats

#Lap #Legends

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

#Death #Thank God #Quiet

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

#Gratitude #Heaven #Thrones

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
-- John Keats

#Love #Poet #Metaphysical

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
-- John Keats

#Thinking #Mind

I always made an awkward bow.
-- John Keats

#Farewell #Awkward #Bows

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.
-- John Keats

#Soul #Use #World

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.
-- John Keats

#Wine #Giving #Beard

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever
-- John Keats

#Love #Stars #Night

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.
-- John Keats

#Love #Wings #Independence

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.
-- John Keats

#Beauty #Perception #Certain

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
-- John Keats

#Intellectual #Purpose #Ripening

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.
-- John Keats

#Happiness #Beautiful #Morning

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.
-- John Keats

#Happiness #Stars #Children

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

#Love #Lying #Heart

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.
-- John Keats

#Summer #Sky #Singing

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
-- John Keats

#Song #War #Evening

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
-- John Keats

#War #Flower #Eye

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.
-- John Keats

#Dream #Suffering #Another Life

This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."
-- John Keats

#Lying #Heart #Names

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
-- John Keats

#Principles

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.
-- John Keats

#Solitude

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
-- John Keats

#Solitude #Building #Thee

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!
-- John Keats

#Blessed #Self #Healthy

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?
-- John Keats

#Love #Agony #Humanity

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!
-- John Keats

#Sleep #Sea #Bird

My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.
-- John Keats

#Love #Pain #Ambition

It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
-- John Keats

#Life #Men #Departed