What did William Butler Yeats mean by: What’s memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink? - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ When we have blamed the wind we can blame love. Feraz Zeid, October 15, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Blame, Wind, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Painter, Poet, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Eye, Happy Birthday, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Driven, Passion, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Silence, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Battle, Lost, Winning, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? Explain Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024February 9, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Expression, Literature, Mood, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ An intellectual hate is the worst. Feraz Zeid, September 13, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Hate, Intellectual, Worst, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains. - William Morris Designer · England
Books can ignite fires in your mind, because they carry ideas for kindling, and art for matches. - Gary D. Schmidt Author
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is the fire of suffering that brings forth the gold of godliness. - Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Mystic and writer · France
