What did Lydia Sigourney mean by: The soul of woman lives in love. - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut Copy
+ An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lydia Sigourney, Appearance, Character, Delicacy, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ Fear is the white lipp’d sire Of subterfuge and treachery. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Lydia Sigourney, Fear, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ Vigorous exercise will often fortify a feeble constitution. Feraz Zeid, October 8, 2023December 26, 2023, Lydia Sigourney, Constitution, Exercise, Vigorous, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride. Feraz Zeid, August 20, 2023December 12, 2023, Lydia Sigourney, Pride, Prosperity, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lydia Sigourney, Happiness, Mixtures, Sin, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ A disposition to dwell on the bright side…is like gold to its possessor. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lydia Sigourney, Gold, Gratitude, Sides, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ We speak of educating our children. Do we know that our children also educate us? Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lydia Sigourney, Children, Education, Speak, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
+ The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lydia Sigourney, Shining, Talking, Vanity, 0 - Lydia Sigourney Poet · Connecticut
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France