John Keats Quotes about Passion

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Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

John Keats

Love, Passion, Romance

John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.130

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .

John Keats

Passion, Heart, Ideas

1817 Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

John Keats

Passion, Meek, Alas

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.111, Рипол Классик

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

John Keats

Cheer, Passion, Moon

'Endymion' (1818) bk. 1, l. 33

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

John Keats

Passion, Moments, Passing

My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

John Keats

Love, Pain, Passion