John Keats Quotes

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them - the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.

Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception.

I envy the dead.

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

Nature is very cruel. It is much riskier to love any living being than not. I'm painfully aware that even my little dog is a walking bundle of mortality. I'm painfully aware he's going to pass.

Please don't set me free Death means a lot me

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

Yesterday I lived, today I suffer, tomorrow I die; but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.