What did Robert Breault mean by: Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories. - Robert Breault Opera singer Copy
+ If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Creation, Crime, God, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ The willingness to share does not make one charitable; it makes one free. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Community, Inspiration, Volunteer, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ Sign over the gates of hell: “Doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Gates, Hell, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Art, Pleasure, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie – not perfect but who’s complaining? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Family, Perfect, Pie, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ Of what use to get what you want if you must become someone else to get it. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Conformity, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Long Ago, Lucky, Sunrise, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
+ Sometimes we give up a dream to play a larger role in someone else’s dream. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Breault, Dream, Giving Up, Self, 0 - Robert Breault Opera singer
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
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
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it’s over. It’s over. - Jeff Buckley Singer-songwriter