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
+ It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Beautiful, Love, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Friendship, Real Friends, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Children, Sleep, Storm, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars! Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Soul, Stars, 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
+ When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?. Feraz Zeid, September 6, 2023December 26, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Dance, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch. Feraz Zeid, July 18, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Love, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Elderly, Time, 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
