What did Laini Taylor mean by: The worst moment of one’s life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy. - Laini Taylor Author Copy
+ Long life is a burden, when it’s spent in misery. Feraz Zeid, August 14, 2023December 12, 2023, Laini Taylor, Misery, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Laini Taylor, Creatures, Dream, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ And there’s no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Laini Taylor, Faces, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic. Feraz Zeid, June 16, 2023December 12, 2023, Laini Taylor, Magic, Wish, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Laini Taylor, Broken, Infinite, Return, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ Love is a luxury. “No. Love is an element.” An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Laini Taylor, Air, Love, Luxury, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Laini Taylor, Angel, Devil, Once Upon A Time, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
+ Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love. Feraz Zeid, July 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Laini Taylor, Children, Waiting, 0 - Laini Taylor Author
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
