What did Unknown mean by: Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more. - Unknown Unknown Copy
+ It’s not about who is real to your face. It’s about who stays real behind your back. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Unknown, Behind Your Back, Your Face, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ The love of my life is the love between friends. Feraz Zeid, November 6, 2023December 26, 2023, Unknown, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ Once best friends now strangers with memories. Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Unknown, Memories, Stranger, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ Show me who your friends are, and I will tell you what you are. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Unknown, Food, Garden, Horse, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ My joy is the golden sunset giving thanks for another day. Gratitude itself is a source of joy. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Unknown, Sunset, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ A beautiful friendship can change people. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Unknown, Beautiful, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ A circle is round it has no end, that’s how long I want to be your friend! Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Unknown, Friendship, 0 - Unknown Unknown
+ There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Unknown, Friendship, 0 - Unknown Unknown
Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn’t bore. - Jean Dubuffet Artist · France
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
One must laugh before one is happy, or one may die without ever laughing at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
