The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
John Keats
Roaring Wind, Window Stars, Metaphoric Family, Wind, Stars, Family
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“I always made an awkward bow.” John Keats
Awkward Bow, Uncertain Gestures, Social Awkwardness, Bow, Gestures, Awkwardness
John Keats Awkward Bow, Uncertain Gestures, Social Awkwardness, Bow, Gestures, Awkwardness“For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.” John Keats
Philosophy Axioms, Proved Pulses, Thought Depth, Axioms, Pulses, Philosophy
John Keats Philosophy Axioms, Proved Pulses, Thought Depth, Axioms, Pulses, Philosophy“I was alone for a couple of days while Brown went gadding over the country with his ancient knapsack. Now I like his society as well as any Man’s, yet regretted his return – it broke in upon me like a Thunderbolt. I had got in a dream among my Books – really luxuriating in a solitude and silence you alone should have disturb’d.” John Keats
Knapsack Travels, Solitude Books, Thunderbolt Return, Travels, Books, Solitude
John Keats Knapsack Travels, Solitude Books, Thunderbolt Return, Travels, Books, Solitude“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.” John Keats
Empty Room, Unhealthy Air, Love Longing, Room, Air, Longing
John Keats Empty Room, Unhealthy Air, Love Longing, Room, Air, Longing“I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource.” John Keats
Continual Thought, Solitude Resource, Burning Intensity, Thought, Solitude, Resource
John Keats Continual Thought, Solitude Resource, Burning Intensity, Thought, Solitude, Resource“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
Brutal World, Grave Rest, Eternal Peace, Rest, Grave, Sorrow
John Keats Brutal World, Grave Rest, Eternal Peace, Rest, Grave, Sorrow“The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.” John Keats
Art Intensity, Creative Excellence, Disagreeable Evaporation, Art, Intensity, Creativity
John Keats Art Intensity, Creative Excellence, Disagreeable Evaporation, Art, Intensity, Creativity“Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.” John Keats
Lovely Dreams, Tender Pondering, Delightful Stories, Dreams, Pondering, Stories
John Keats Lovely Dreams, Tender Pondering, Delightful Stories, Dreams, Pondering, Stories“I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.” John Keats
Posthumous Existence, Habitual Feeling, Life Reflection, Existence, Feeling, Reflection
John Keats Posthumous Existence, Habitual Feeling, Life Reflection, Existence, Feeling, Reflection“I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.” John Keats
Proud Man, Vanity Wisdom, Hatred Filled, Man, Vanity, Wisdom
John Keats Proud Man, Vanity Wisdom, Hatred Filled, Man, Vanity, Wisdom“I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” John Keats
Brighter Words, Butterfly Days, Eternal Delight, Words, Days, Delight
John Keats Brighter Words, Butterfly Days, Eternal Delight, Words, Days, Delight“Fine writing, next to doing nothing, is the best thing in the world.” John Keats
Fine Writing, Creative Peace, Best Thing, Writing, Peace, Creativity
John Keats Fine Writing, Creative Peace, Best Thing, Writing, Peace, Creativity“I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.” John Keats
Thousand Worlds, Strengthened Imagination, Expansive Thoughts, Worlds, Imagination, Thoughts
John Keats Thousand Worlds, Strengthened Imagination, Expansive Thoughts, Worlds, Imagination, Thoughts“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats
Earth Poetry, Eternal Art, Living Nature, Poetry, Art, Nature
John Keats Earth Poetry, Eternal Art, Living Nature, Poetry, Art, Nature“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.” John Keats
Dancing Poppies, Soul Breeze, Gentle Lull, Poppies, Breeze, Soul
John Keats Dancing Poppies, Soul Breeze, Gentle Lull, Poppies, Breeze, Soul“I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along – to what?” John Keats
City Hurrying, Urban Life, Questioning Purpose, City, Life, Purpose
John Keats City Hurrying, Urban Life, Questioning Purpose, City, Life, Purpose“All writing is a form of prayer.” John Keats
Writing Prayer, Sacred Form, Literary Worship, Writing, Prayer, Worship
John Keats Writing Prayer, Sacred Form, Literary Worship, Writing, Prayer, Worship“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.” John Keats
Change, Cycles, Reflection, Seasons, Growth, Transformation
John Keats Change, Cycles, Reflection, Seasons, Growth, Transformation