What did Aaron Hill mean by: Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow. - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England Copy
+ Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aaron Hill, Evil, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aaron Hill, Haste, Judging, Youth, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ She who means no mischief does it all. Feraz Zeid, June 7, 2023December 12, 2023, Aaron Hill, Mischief, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aaron Hill, Lovers, Succeed, Trust Me, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aaron Hill, Hands, Heart, Mind, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer. Feraz Zeid, August 25, 2023December 24, 2023, Aaron Hill, Law, Shock, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aaron Hill, Self, Shadow, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
+ Order, thou eye of action. Feraz Zeid, June 27, 2023December 12, 2023, Aaron Hill, Action, Eye, 0 - Aaron Hill Baseball player · England
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
