What did Jacqueline Carey mean by: This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike. - Jacqueline Carey Copy
+ Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you’ll not choose, I’ll move on without you Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Crossroads, Without You, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Broken, Hurt, Pain, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Character, Figures, Tales, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Home, Maps, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Awareness, Pain, Reminders, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ All paths are present, always… and we can but choose among them. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Path, Philosophy, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Die, Loyalty, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
+ But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Jacqueline Carey, Errors, Mistake, 0 - Jacqueline Carey
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
A man can keep another’s secret better than his own. A woman her own better than others. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Numberless arts appear foolish whose secret motives are most wise and weighty. Explain - François de La Rochefoucauld Writer · France
If a secret is revealed, the person who has confided it to another is to be blamed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We confide our secret to a friend, but in love it escapes us. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We trust our secrets to our friends, but they escape from us in love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When a secret is revealed, it is the fault of the man who confided it. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
