I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – John Keats
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – John Keats

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – John Keats
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – John Keats
O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats
In depression…faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no rememdy will come, not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute. It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul. – William Styron