What did Edna Buchanan mean by: Love is so fragile and so often fatal. I am amazed when people are brave enough to risk it. - Edna Buchanan Journalist Copy
+ Everybody seems normal, till you get to know them. Feraz Zeid, August 29, 2023December 24, 2023, Edna Buchanan, Normal, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ Guns have no eyes, no friends. You never know if they’ll protect your life or take it. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna Buchanan, Protection, Uncertainty, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna Buchanan, Acceptance, Friendship, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ Life is a death-defying experience. Feraz Zeid, October 17, 2023December 26, 2023, Edna Buchanan, Defying, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ Fear is like water. You need it. And it’s good for you, as long as you have the right amount. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edna Buchanan, Balance, Fear, Water, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ Friends are family you choose. Feraz Zeid, October 16, 2023December 26, 2023, Edna Buchanan, You Choose, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. Feraz Zeid, June 22, 2023December 12, 2023, Edna Buchanan, Family, Friendship, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
+ If not for bad luck we’d have no luck at all. Feraz Zeid, August 23, 2023December 24, 2023, Edna Buchanan, Bad Luck, Luck, 0 - Edna Buchanan Journalist
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
