What did Saadi mean by: Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away. - Saadi Poet · Iran Copy
+ I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, God, Intellectual, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ Patience accomplishes its object, while hurry speeds to its ruin. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Accomplish, Ruins, Speed, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ The sons of Adam are formed from dust; if not humble as the dust, they fall short of being men. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Humble, Humility, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ A lovely face is the solace of wounded hearts and the key of locked-up gates. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Heart, Keys, Lovely, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Prison, Wicked, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ The rich man is everywhere expected and at home. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Saadi, Home, Wealth, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ Pride thyself on what virtue thou hast, and not on thy parentage. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Ancestry, Pride, Virtue, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
+ Take care what you say before a wall, as you cannot tell who may be behind it. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Saadi, Care, Listening, Wall, 0 - Saadi Poet · Iran
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
