John Keats Quotes on Happiness (6 Quotes)

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel --or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

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.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.