What did Heinrich Heine mean by: And once again we plighted our troth, And titter’d, caress’d, kiss’d so dearly. - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany Copy
+ Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Art, Opinion, Photography, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Heart, Revolution, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Age, Human, Progress, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Fight, Ideas, Time, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Dwelling, Stars, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Atheism, Fear, Sleep, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ That was only the beginning – where one burns books, one will finally also burn people. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Book, Civil Rights, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
+ Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Heinrich Heine, Fool, Kissing, Lying, 0 - Heinrich Heine Poet · Germany
A kiss brings back the youth of a young child, as when a hug brings back the memories of a lover. - Jennifer Chen
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can. - Jennifer Egan Novelist · USA
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way. Explain - Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. Explain - Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
You never know how great a kiss can feel, when you’re stopped at the top of a Ferris wheel. - Freddy Cannon
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. - Mary Wortley Montagu Writer · England
