What did Robert Browning mean by: Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn. - Robert Browning Poet · England Copy
+ So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Devil, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Pride, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Girl, Kissing, Romantic Love, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Losing, Lost, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ I have lived, And seen God’s hand thro a life time, And all was for the best. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, God, Hands, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, Body, Soul, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
+ Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Robert Browning, 0 - Robert Browning Poet · England
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion. - Jean Fritz
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it. - Michelangelo Artist · Italy
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
One of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea. - Walter Bagehot Economist and journalist · England
