+ Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Creation, Creativity, Poetry, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Angel, Whining, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Christian, Jesus, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail. Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, John Donne, Jail, Motivational, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Misery, War, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Donne, Book, Desire, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s. Feraz Zeid, September 3, 2023December 24, 2023, John Donne, Midnight, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so? Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Sickness, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France