What did Warsan Shire mean by: My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude. - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia Copy
+ We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there. Feraz Zeid, September 21, 2023December 26, 2023, Warsan Shire, Care, Tomorrow, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Color, Sound, Voice, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Being Single, Loneliness, Lonely, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ Make peace with your body, it’s not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Body, Flaws, Mistake, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ I belong deeply to myself. Feraz Zeid, July 22, 2023December 12, 2023, Warsan Shire, Broken, Broken Heart, Heart, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Eye, Father, Mother, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ My favourite people, biggest inspirations and closest friends are all women. Not a coincidence. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Coincidence, Inspiration, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
+ You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Warsan Shire, Beautiful, Love, Women, 0 - Warsan Shire Poet · Somalia
All men’s misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Selfishness in art, as in other things, is sensibility kept at home. - Washington Allston Painter · USA
In the North the first words are, Help me; in the South, Love me. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
O my God, how true it is that we may have of Thy gifts and yet may be full of ourselves! - Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Mystic and writer · France
The craziest, most selfish act is to commit suicide. When you kill yourself, you kill others. - Jenny Joseph Poet · England
