What did William Butler Yeats mean by: From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ I hear it in the deep heart’s core. Feraz Zeid, June 5, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Core, Heart, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day. Feraz Zeid, July 9, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Phoenix, Youth, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ How can we know the dancer from the dance? Feraz Zeid, October 15, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Dance, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain’t drunk, they’re sober. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Drunk, Problem, Sober, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned. Feraz Zeid, September 14, 2023December 24, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Broken Heart, Heartbreak, Love, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams Feraz Zeid, September 14, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Anxiety, Dream, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Talent perceives differences; genius, unity. Feraz Zeid, August 8, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Difference, Genius, Unity, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Though leaves are many, the root is one. Feraz Zeid, October 18, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Roots, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
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
All kinds of frankness and honesty are terrible crimes in the eyes of society. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
