What did William Shakespeare mean by: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. - William Shakespeare Playwright · England Copy
+ A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Appearance, Emotion, Woman, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Fear, Guilt, Jealousy, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Frailty, Human, Identity, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Base is the slave that pays. Feraz Zeid, October 23, 2023December 26, 2023, William Shakespeare, Pay, Slavery, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ I see a man’s life is a tedious one. Feraz Zeid, June 19, 2023December 12, 2023, William Shakespeare, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ What’s done is done. The joy is in the doing. Feraz Zeid, October 12, 2023December 26, 2023, William Shakespeare, Joy, Love, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Things are often spoke and seldom meant. Feraz Zeid, August 31, 2023December 24, 2023, William Shakespeare, Spokes, Talking, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Just death, kind umpire of men’s miseries. Feraz Zeid, September 9, 2023December 24, 2023, William Shakespeare, Death, Umpires, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art must touch our lives, our fears and cares – evoke our dreams and give hope to the darkness. - Frederick Hart
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
