What did Libba Bray mean by: The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake. - Libba Bray Author Copy
+ The hand you hold the longest is your own. Feraz Zeid, July 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Libba Bray, Hand, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ We’ve barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, Dark, Realms, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, Different, Son, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ When she can’t bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024February 6, 2024, Libba Bray, Family, Guilt, Home, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, Mark, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, Thorns, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, Beautiful, Unique, 0 - Libba Bray Author
+ What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Libba Bray, What You Want, 0 - Libba Bray Author
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
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it. - Michelangelo Artist · Italy
One of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea. - Walter Bagehot Economist and journalist · England
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
