+ If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Literature, Poetry, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Forever is made up of nows. Feraz Zeid, July 12, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ The past is not a package one can lay away. Feraz Zeid, September 8, 2023December 24, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Lays, Past, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Fame is a bee It has a song – It has a sting – Ah, too, it has a wing. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Fame, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Love is everything. And that’s all we know about it. Feraz Zeid, September 27, 2023December 26, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Love, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. Feraz Zeid, August 1, 2023December 12, 2023, Emily Dickinson, Cooking, Fickle, Idols, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Faith, God, Time, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
+ I like a look of Agony, because I know it’s true – men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe Explain Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Emily Dickinson, Agony, Emotion, Truth, 0 - Emily Dickinson Poet · USA
It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
E-mail has some magical ability to turn off the politeness gene in a human being. - Jeff Bezos Entrepreneur
She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it . - Gabriel García Márquez Author · Colombia
The tears of anguish irritate and excite; but those of repentance are the ones that wash. - Miguel de Unamuno Philosopher and writer · Spain
You could be somewhere where the mail was delayed three weeks and do just fine investing. - Warren Buffett Investor · USA
Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. - J. R. R. Tolkien
