John Keats Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Endymion: A Poetic Romance

2. Beauty is truth, truth beauty Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

3. Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know The Complete Poems

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

5. 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. Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

6. I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.

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

8. If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever. Letters of John Keats

9. There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish.

10. Wherein lies happiness? In that which becksOur ready minds to fellowship divine,A fellowship with essence; till we shine,Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. BeholdThe clear religion of heaven!

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

12. 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, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.Bright Star The Complete Poems

13. Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath. Complete Poems and Selected Letters

14. Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death... The Complete Poems

15. For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses. Letters of John Keats

16. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

17. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on. The Complete Poems

18. 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 Sorrow The Complete Poems

19. I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art! The Complete Poems

20. I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving. The Complete Poems

21. I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

22. If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

23. Life is but a day;A fragile dew-drop on its perilous wayFrom a tree’s summit. The Complete Poems

24. O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d, Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.To Solitude The Complete Poems

25. Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. The Complete Poems

26. Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

27. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,Empty the haunted air, and gnomèd mine—Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile madeThe tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade Lamia

28. 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.

29. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. Complete Poems and Selected Letters

30. The poetry of the earth is never dead.