• quote quotes lit Literature Bright Star John Keats Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne feellng •
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.

report
2237 notes / 5 years 10 months ago
I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.
It’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world…It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.
We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our a...
I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you. Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only...
All great and precious things are lonely.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on H...
I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being res...
I’m always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed…to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bo...
I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.