What did Leigh Hunt mean by: Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair. - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England Copy
+ Stolen kisses are always sweetest. Feraz Zeid, October 27, 2023December 26, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Kissing, Sexy, Tattoo, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Patience and gentleness is power. Feraz Zeid, October 29, 2023December 26, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Gentleness, Influence, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Clash, Meetings, Wit, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh? Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, End, Laughter, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Hands, Second Chance, Treasure, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment. Feraz Zeid, June 20, 2023December 12, 2023, Leigh Hunt, Busy, Enjoyment, Occupation, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Deny, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
+ Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Leigh Hunt, Cat, Comfort, 0 - Leigh Hunt Poet and essayist · England
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
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - 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
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
