What did Aeschylus mean by: Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears. - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece Copy
+ I know how men in exile feed on dreams. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 26, 2023, Aeschylus, Dream, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ Memory is the mother of all wisdom. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Mother, Wisdom, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ Long tarries destiny, But comes to those who pray. Feraz Zeid, August 15, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Destiny, Prayer, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ Know not to revere human things too much. Feraz Zeid, June 7, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Human, Limits, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils. Feraz Zeid, June 7, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Evil, Ignorant, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ To be fortunate is God, and more than God to mortals. Feraz Zeid, June 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Fortunate, Fortune, Mortals, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ Everyone, to those weaker than themselves, is kind. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Aeschylus, Kindness, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
+ When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Aeschylus, Broken, Fire, 0 - Aeschylus Dramatist · Greece
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany