What did Emily Dickinson mean by: A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA Copy
+ Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Ecstasy, Happiness, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within. Feraz Zeid, July 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Hope, Noise, Ruins, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane Feraz Zeid, June 5, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Insane, Sanity, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Appreciate, Family, Love, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Immortality, Legacy, Poetry, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Mirth is the Mail of Anguish — Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Anguish, Mail, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ The Soul selects her own Society. Feraz Zeid, July 22, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Soul, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Noon – is the Hinge of Day-. Feraz Zeid, June 6, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
One must laugh before one is happy, or one may die without ever laughing at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
Knowing how to die is knowing how to live. What is death anyway? It’s the outcome of life. - Jeanne Moreau Actress · France
Some locations are so terrible, you can’t even breathe, and you still have to act. - Jena Malone Actress
Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much. - Jenny Downham Author · United Kingdom
