Here lies one whose name was writ on water.

— 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 am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

— John Keats

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 forever.

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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.

— John Keats

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

— John Keats