What did Arthur Symons mean by: It is in their eyes that their magic resides. - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom Copy
+ I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Dream, Impossible, Venice, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Dream, Night, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Arthur Symons, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Flower, Literature, Perfect, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Realist, Saws, Venice, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ Night, a more perfect day. Feraz Zeid, August 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Arthur Symons, Night, Perfect, Perfect Days, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Art, Wish, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
+ But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Arthur Symons, Eye, Vision, 0 - Arthur Symons Poet · United Kingdom
Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds - Leonora Carrington Painter · United Kingdom
Conjuring is a profession in which no one errs through excess of modesty. - Jean Eugene Robert-Houdin Magician · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
