What did Chinua Achebe mean by: A man who does not lick his lips, can he blame the harmattan for drying them? - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria Copy
+ A man of worth never gets up to unsay what he said yesterday. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ When we hear a house has fallen do we ask if the ceiling fell with it? Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Ceilings, House, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Stories, Writing, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Ignorant, Mystery, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ When a tradition gathers enough strength to go on for centuries, you don’t just turn it off one day. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Goes On, One Day, Tradition, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ A man who pays respect to the great paves the way for his own greatness Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Greatness, Pay, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ When a mad man walks naked, it is his kinsmen who feel shame, not himself. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Mad, Naked, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
+ The price a world language must be prepared to pay is submission to many different kinds of use. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Chinua Achebe, Different, 0 - Chinua Achebe Novelist · Nigeria
I want to live the next chapter in my life without my lips as my defining characteristic. - Lisa Rinna Actress
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead. - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
What the world’s million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere. - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
My lady’s presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame. - Henry Constable
