What did George Sand mean by: A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images. - George Sand Copy
+ faith is like love; when you want it you can’t find it, and you find it when you least expect it. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Faith, Like Love, 0 - George Sand
+ There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Love, 0 - George Sand
+ Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Angel, Surprise, 0 - George Sand
+ … love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Feet, Flower, Love, 0 - George Sand
+ Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Age, Birthday, Soul, 0 - George Sand
+ Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Cells, Genius, 0 - George Sand
+ It is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Memories, Past, 0 - George Sand
+ Vanity is the most despotic and iniquitous of masters, and I can never be the slave of my own vices. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Sand, Slave, Vanity, Vices, 0 - George Sand
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds - Leonora Carrington Painter · United Kingdom
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Just film what’s there, trust what came before, one hour before, and make it easy. - Jean-Marc Vallee
Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France