What did Thomas Hood mean by: How bless’d the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend. - Thomas Hood Poet · England Copy
+ My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Needles, Tears, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Sweet are the little brooks that run O’er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Running, Singing, Sweet, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Autumn, Sky, Summer, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Art, Love, Valentines Day, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Birthday, Bliss, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Extremes meet’, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Mouths, Tails, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Age, Old Man, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Autumn, Fog, 0 - Thomas Hood 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
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
