John Keats Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old John Keats quotes, John Keats sayings, and John Keats proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.'

It appears to me that almost every man may, like the spider, spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. John Keats
When old age shall this generation waste, / Thou shah remain, in midst of other woe / Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, / “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"" — that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. John Keats
There is nothing stable in the world—uproar's your only music. John Keats
Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun. John Keats
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
You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I loved. In every way — even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. John Keats
Love is my religion — I could die for it. John Keats
If poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all. John Keats
Like a mermaid in seaweed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest. John Keats
Stop and consider! life is but a day; / A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way / From a tree's summit. John Keats
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, in as much 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 afterward carefully avoid. John Keats
Somehow, a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever! John Keats
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes. John Keats
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, / Whose words are images of thoughts refined, / Is my soul's pleasure. John Keats