What did Patricia Briggs mean by: Dance when the moon sings, and don’t cry about troubles that haven’t yet come. (Moon Called) - Patricia Briggs Author · USA Copy
+ There is no cash in battling evil: just the opposite in my experience Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Cash, Evil, Opposites, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ Charles looked at her thoughtfully. “People talk to you,” he said. “That could be useful. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent’s blade. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Anger, Opponents, Stupid, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ You play games with people’s lives.(…) You forget that they are fragile. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Games, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Fight, Reality, Rivers, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Beautiful, Pain, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Father, Silent, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
+ New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Patricia Briggs, Enough, Father, 0 - Patricia Briggs Author · USA
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
