+ Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Dark, Firefly, Romantic, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Book, Dream, Reading, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Joy, Opening, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ May is much sunshine through small leaves. Feraz Zeid, October 6, 2023December 26, 2023, Amy Lowell, Sunshine, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Moon, Stars, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ The stigma of oddness is the price a myopic world always exacts of genius. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Genius, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ Even pain pricks to livelier living. Feraz Zeid, November 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Amy Lowell, Pain, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
+ A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Amy Lowell, Generations, Sacrifice, 0 - Amy Lowell Poet · USA
The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one’s self. Explain - François de La Rochefoucauld Writer · France
The most amiable people are those who least wound the self-love of others. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Our self-love can be resigned to the sacrifice of everything but itself. - Jean-Francois de La Harpe Playwright · France
That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France