What did John Galsworthy mean by: Love has no age, no limit; and no death. - John Galsworthy Writer · England Copy
+ Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Galsworthy, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ Beginnings are always messy. Feraz Zeid, July 3, 2023December 12, 2023, John Galsworthy, Messy, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass! Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Galsworthy, Footsteps, Grass, Summer, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ Early morning does not mince words. Feraz Zeid, August 8, 2023December 12, 2023, John Galsworthy, Morning, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Galsworthy, Soul, Texture, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Galsworthy, Distance, Problem, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Galsworthy, Prepared, Sacrifice, Sentiments, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
+ Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Galsworthy, Justice, Machines, Starting, 0 - John Galsworthy Writer · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - 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
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
