“How beautiful, if sorrow had not made sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.”

— John Keats, Hyperion (1818–1819), Book I

About John Keats

1795 – 1821

English Romantic poet, author of "Ode to a Nightingale".

“Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.”

“Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.”

“The poetry of earth is never dead.”

“Nothing gold can stay.”

“A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.”

“Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb.”

“The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.”

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.”

“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”