What did William Butler Yeats mean by: Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh. - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland Copy
+ The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time. Feraz Zeid, September 13, 2023December 24, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Enemy, Innocence, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Broken Heart, Sacrifice, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’ Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Beautiful, Beauty, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Dream, Reality, Unseen, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Lovely, Miracle, 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
+ Man can embody truth but he cannot know it. Feraz Zeid, August 17, 2023December 12, 2023, William Butler Yeats, Truth, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
+ I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Butler Yeats, Birthday, Race, 0 - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
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
