What did Orson Scott Card mean by: I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. - Orson Scott Card Author · USA Copy
+ Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Girl, Stupid, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Writing sessions can last an hour or sixteen hours, depending on how it’s going. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Writing, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Every day people judge all other people. The question is whether they judge wisely. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Judging, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ It is possible to have words come to your mind, and still refrain from speaking them aloud. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Mind, Refrain, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Once you have the gallows, you’ll find new reasons to hang people from it. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Chaos, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Even the most introverted person alive is constantly hungry for human association Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Alive, Association, Hungry, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Unemployment is capitalism’s way of getting you to plant a garden. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Funny, Sarcasm, Work, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
Life at court does not satisfy a man, but it keeps him from being satisfied with anything else. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Is not moderation an old refrain Ringing in our ears? from which we all refrain. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
