What did Alexander Smith mean by: Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes. - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland Copy
+ How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Desire, Garden, Heart, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ A brave soul is a thing which all things serve. Feraz Zeid, October 7, 2023December 26, 2023, Alexander Smith, Brave, Soul, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Scales, Winter, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Bars, Care, Garden, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life. Feraz Zeid, August 6, 2023December 12, 2023, Alexander Smith, Happiness, Time, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man’s real character comes out best in his asides. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Character, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Immortal, Literature, Style, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
+ A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alexander Smith, Science, Stars, Wisdom, 0 - Alexander Smith Poet · Scotland
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
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
Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last. - William Penn Founder of the Province of Pennsylvania · England
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
And if there’s love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet. - Fyodor Dostoevsky Writer · Russia
