Quote by John Keats
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. – John Keats

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I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. – John Keats

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Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into ones soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject. – John Keats

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Feminists bore me to death. I follow my instinct and if that supports young girls in any way, great. But Id rather they saw it more as a lesson about following their own instincts rather than imitating somebody. – Bjork

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The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation. – Jean de la Bruyere

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I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness. – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Im in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimers, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year. – Marcia Wallace

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You know, bad poetry I wrote in high school can still be found on the Internet, and, you know, theres a Web log of our college newspaper. You know, theres so many different stages of my creative development are sort of on-record if somebody were to choose to look for them. – Lena Dunham

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