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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sad Quotes , Memories Quotes
  • A method of procuring sensations? Do you think then, that a man who has once committed a murder could possibly do the same crime again? Don't tell me that." says Dorian. "Oh! anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often," says Lord Henry
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Men Quotes , Thinking Quotes