What did Jerry Spinelli mean by: When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light. - Jerry Spinelli Author Copy
+ When you own nothing, it’s easy to let things go. Feraz Zeid, August 29, 2023December 26, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Star people are rare. Feraz Zeid, June 27, 2023December 12, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Stars, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Cross the creek on the stepping stones of your failures. Feraz Zeid, July 6, 2023December 12, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Creeks, Stepping Stones, Stones, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ The trouble with miracles is, they don’t last long. Feraz Zeid, September 20, 2023December 24, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Miracle, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Attention, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. Feraz Zeid, July 16, 2023December 12, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Tomorrow, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Lying, Memories, Night, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
