What did Hilda Doolittle mean by: Love that I bear within my breast how is my armour melted how my heart - Hilda Doolittle Copy
+ The elixir of life, the philosopher’s stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Faith, Magic, Stones, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ We don’t have to know,only to be:let go the jumble of worn words,reason and vanity. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Letting go, Vanity, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ No one knows, the heart of a child, how it grows until it is too late. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Children, Heart, Knowledge, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ O happy, happy each man whom predestined fate leads to the holy rite of hill and mountain worship. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Fate, Mountain, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Kings, War, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ I fear no man, no woman; flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Fear, Flower, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Perfect, Women, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
+ Luminous, unfearful; high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hilda Doolittle, Evil, Religion, 0 - Hilda Doolittle
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
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
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. 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
