John Keats Quotes - Page 1

• John Keats / Poet

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 / Poet

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

• John Keats / Poet

The air is all softness.

• John Keats / Poet

You are always new to me.

• John Keats / Poet

Load every rift with ore.

• John Keats / Poet

Death is Life's high meed.

• John Keats / Poet

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

• John Keats / Poet

Health is my expected heaven.

• John Keats / Poet

Asleep in lap of legends old.

• John Keats / Poet

I always made an awkward bow.

• John Keats / Poet

To stay youthful, stay useful.

• John Keats / Poet

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

• John Keats / Poet

All writing is a form of prayer.

• John Keats / Poet

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

• John Keats / Poet

I want a brighter word than bright

• John Keats / Poet

I have so much of you in my heart.

• John Keats / Poet

To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

• John Keats / Poet

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

• John Keats / Poet

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

• John Keats / Poet

Stop and consider! life is but a day

• John Keats / Poet

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

• John Keats / Poet

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

• John Keats / Poet

O aching time! O moments big as years!

• John Keats / Poet

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

• John Keats / Poet

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

• John Keats / Poet

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

• John Keats / Poet

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?

• John Keats / Poet

A quote about drinking is a joy forever

• John Keats / Poet

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

• John Keats / Poet

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

• John Keats / Poet

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

• John Keats / Poet

That which is creative must create itself.

• John Keats / Poet

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

• John Keats / Poet

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

• John Keats / Poet

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

• John Keats / Poet

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

• John Keats / Poet

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

• John Keats / Poet

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

• John Keats / Poet

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

• John Keats / Poet

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

• John Keats / Poet

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

• John Keats / Poet

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.

• John Keats / Poet

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

• John Keats / Poet

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

• John Keats / Poet

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

• John Keats / Poet

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

• John Keats / Poet

Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.

• John Keats / Poet

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

• John Keats / Poet

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

• John Keats / Poet

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.