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

"Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one."

- John Keats

"I cannot exist without you... I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again... My Life seems to stop there—I see no further. You have absorb'd me."

- John Keats

"I have so much of you in my heart."

- 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

"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else."

- John Keats

"“I have so much of you in my heart.”"

- John Keats

"Shed no tear! O shed no tear! /The flower will bloom another year."

- John Keats

"And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days."

- John Keats

"I am in that temper that if I were underwater I would scarcely kick to come to the top."

- John Keats

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on."

- John Keats

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

- John Keats

""The poetry of the earth is never dead.""

- John Keats

"Impossible is for the unwilling."

- John Keats

"Give me books, fruit, French wine, fine weather and a little music."

- John Keats

"Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison flowers."

- John Keats

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."

- John Keats

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

- John Keats

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

- John Keats

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty."

- John Keats

"The poetry of the earth is never dead."

- John Keats

"To Autumn: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"

- John Keats