What did John Green mean by: The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. - John Green Author Copy
+ Shouldn’t letting go be painless if you’ve never learned how to hold on? Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Green, Letting go, 0 - John Green Author
+ Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war Feraz Zeid, July 2, 2023December 29, 2023, John Green, 0 - John Green Author
+ The right story needs the right telling. Feraz Zeid, November 2, 2023December 26, 2023, John Green, Stories, Writing, 0 - John Green Author
+ He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn’t give it the power to kill him. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Green, Killing, Mouths, 0 - John Green Author
+ …It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting. Feraz Zeid, September 25, 2023December 26, 2023, John Green, Interesting, Spend Time, 0 - John Green Author
+ Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting. Feraz Zeid, March 28, 2023January 10, 2024, John Green, Growth, Identity, Perspective, 0 - John Green Author
+ She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Green, Earth, Old Man, 0 - John Green Author
+ A Margo for each of us–and each more mirror than window. Feraz Zeid, August 22, 2023December 12, 2023, John Green, Mirrors, Window, 0 - John Green Author
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
