What did Letitia Elizabeth Landon mean by: My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England Copy
+ We are ourselves our happiness. Feraz Zeid, October 10, 2023December 26, 2023, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Heal, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Jealousy, Ridiculous, Tragic, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ There is no wretchedness like self-reproach. Feraz Zeid, June 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Self, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Diversity, Human, Opinion, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ In marriage, as in chemistry, opposites have often an attraction. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Attraction, Chemistry, Opposites, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ Confidence is its own security. Feraz Zeid, September 24, 2023December 26, 2023, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Confidence, Security, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ We might have been – these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life’s bewailing. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Common, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poet · England
+ All profound truths startle you in the first announcement. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Letitia Elizabeth Landon, First, Profound, Truth, 0 - Letitia Elizabeth Landon 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
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. 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
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
