What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Independence, Movement, Transition, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Author, June 5, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Resilience, Seeking, Striving, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ So sad, so fresh the days that are no more. Author, July 26, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Loss, Nostalgia, Time, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Through the ages one increasing purpose runs. Author, September 30, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Evolution, Progress, Unity, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Men may come and men may go but I go on forever. Author, October 3, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Change, Immortality, Persistence, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Courtesy, Perfection, Valor, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Creation, Darkness, Transformation, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Fatherhood, Maturity, Youth, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I won’t bet $100 against house odds between now and the grave. Read explanation Charlie Munger Business person
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
One must laugh before one is happy, or one may die without ever laughing at all. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
