“When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.” ThinkingWorldFeelsLooksMayBookHandsFacesRomanceNightHoursChanceBrainRichMagicHugeFameCreaturesShadowFairsWideCeaseSymbolsTheePensShoreGrainNothingnessRelishStand AloneCloudyI Stand Alone Author:John Keats
“Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.” HeartMayMomentsEarthPastJoyBehindsGoneShapesCreaturesConstantAffectionExceptionRecallsAnticipateBeing TherePassing AwayFluxUnchanging Author:Jean-Jacques Rousseau