What did Sylvia Plath mean by: The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain. - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA Copy
+ There is no life higher than the grasstops Feraz Zeid, September 14, 2023December 25, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Hierarchy, Nature, Perspective, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences Feraz Zeid, April 8, 2023December 25, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Expression, Life, Love, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ Every day one has to earn the name of ‘writer’ over again, with much wrestling. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Wrestling, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Melting, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Dull, Stupid, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse. Feraz Zeid, September 4, 2023December 25, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Connection, Passion, Romance, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ The artist’s life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, Sylvia Plath, Artist, Concrete, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
+ I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, Sylvia Plath, 0 - Sylvia Plath Poet · USA
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The object of art is to crystallize emotion into thought, and then fix it in form. - Francois Delsarte Musician · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
