+ We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Death, Different, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric. Feraz Zeid, July 16, 2023December 12, 2023, James Joyce, Eccentric, Individual, Individuality, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial Feraz Zeid, June 22, 2023December 12, 2023, James Joyce, Inspiration, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Art, Spring, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Beautiful, Cry, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ Places remember events. Feraz Zeid, June 23, 2023December 12, 2023, James Joyce, Events, Remember, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Atheism, Father, Jesus, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Country, Race, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
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
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
