What did Pittacus Lore mean by: The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings. - Pittacus Lore Unknown Copy
+ I’ll come back to you,” I say, “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll come back to you. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Fear, Soldier, Warrior, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it’s almost impossible for me to picture. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Ideas, Normal, Simple, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ And I’m certain one day, you’ll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Home, One Day, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ You can’t escape what you are, but you also should know what you could be. Why you’re fighting. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Fight, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Different, Silly, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
+ It might drive some people crazy, living like this, but the quiet keeps me company. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pittacus Lore, Crazy, 0 - Pittacus Lore Unknown
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
Most men spend the first half of their lives making the second half miserable. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Without art, without communicating, we wouldn’t live beyond 30 because we’d be so sad and depressed. - Wayne Coyne Musician · USA
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
