What did Seneca the Younger mean by: Light griefs do speak, while sorrow’s tongue is bound. - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain Copy
+ On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, Lying, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ They who have light in themselves will not revolve as satellites. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, Light, Originality, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ You learn to know a pilot in a storm. Explain Feraz Zeid, July 1, 2023December 24, 2023, Seneca the Younger, Philosophical, Pilots, Storm, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ To be able to endure odium is the first art to be learned by those who aspire to power. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, Art, Philosophical, Political, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ Let us bear with magnanimity whatever it is needful for us to bear. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ Where reason fails, time oft has worked a cure. Feraz Zeid, June 27, 2023December 12, 2023, Seneca the Younger, Cures, Failure, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ Economy is too late when you are at the bottom of your purse. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, Economics, Purses, Too Late, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
+ Power exercised with violence has seldom been of long duration. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024February 8, 2024, Seneca the Younger, Violence, 0 - Seneca the Younger Philosopher · Spain
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
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
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - 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