• quote quotes lit Literature letters John Keats •
If I were to lose you, I should be lost.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.
I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.
I think about you all the time, and have no one to talk to as only we can talk.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
You’re something between a dream and a miracle.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eter...
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.
Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you...
You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange.
Anyone who cares about you has to realize that you need a little looking after, nothing else really matters.
I mustn’t look at you too much, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.
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 will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then sev...
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity…
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make ...
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.