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
+ Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue’s a stone. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Stones, Tongue, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination. Feraz Zeid, June 13, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Imagination, Rhetoric, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ What do we know but that we face one another in this place? Feraz Zeid, June 14, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Faces, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? Feraz Zeid, September 30, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Beauty, Dream, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Education is not filling Feraz Zeid, October 4, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Filling, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Eye, Judging, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. Feraz Zeid, August 11, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Dream, Love, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Words alone are certain good. Feraz Zeid, August 19, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Certainty, 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
