What did Vera Brittain mean by: The best prose is written by authors who see their universe with a poet’s eyes. - Vera Brittain Writer · England Copy
+ few things are more rewarding than a child’s open uncalculating devotion. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Children, Devotion, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ Meek wifehood is no part of my profession; / I am your friend, but never your possession. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Meek, Possession, Profession, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ Modern war and modern civilisation are utterly incompatible…one or the other must go. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Civilisation, Modern, War, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ The joys of motherhood are not excessively apparent during the first few weeks of a baby’s life. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Baby, Joy, Motherhood, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ most of us have to be self-righteous before we can be righteous. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Righteousness, Self, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Spring, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
+ Politics are usually the executive expression of human immaturity. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Vera Brittain, Expression, Immature, Political, 0 - Vera Brittain Writer · England
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
