What did Samuel Taylor Coleridge mean by: That gracious thing, made up of tears and light. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England Copy
+ That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Agony, Heart, Return, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ He prayeth best who loveth best. Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dear God, Prayer, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ Joy rises in me, like a summer’s morn. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Joy, Summer, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards. Feraz Zeid, June 20, 2023December 12, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Family, Father, Mothers Day, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Passion, Winning, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ What is one man’s gain is another’s loss. Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Gains, Loss, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ballet, Fire, Night, 0 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian
