What did Washington Irving mean by: Too young for woe, though not for tears. - Washington Irving Author · USA Copy
+ There is a sacredness in tears Feraz Zeid, July 11, 2023December 12, 2023, Washington Irving, Tears, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024February 6, 2024, Washington Irving, Change, Life Changing, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ Great minds have purposes; others have wishes. Feraz Zeid, August 4, 2023December 29, 2023, Washington Irving, Purpose, Wish, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Washington Irving, Dangerous, Mask, Virtue, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Washington Irving, Poverty, Ruined, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ The paternal hearth, the rallying-place of the affections. Feraz Zeid, July 25, 2023December 12, 2023, Washington Irving, Affection, Home, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Washington Irving, Affection, Moments, Sorrow, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
+ There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Washington Irving, Simple, Taste, 0 - Washington Irving Author · USA
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
There was a time when the young of many clans joined together to make new clans. - Jean M. Auel Author
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity. - Jean Rostand Biologist · France
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
